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100 years of solitude 1 by palnk 100 years of solitude 1 by palnk
sometime ago i started this onehundred years of solitude comic, of one my fave scenes :) this is page one, i never finish it... but maybe i will :)

heres the scene: (theres a spoiler there, dont read if you wanna read the book, wich i highly recomend)

As soon as Jose Arcadio closed the bedroom door the sound of a pistol shot echoed through the house. A trickle of blood came out under the door, crossed the living room, went out into the street, continued on in a straight line across the uneven terraces, went down steps and climbed over curbs, passed along the Street of the Turks, made a right angle at the Buendia house, went in under the closed door, crossed through the parlor, hugging the walls so as not to stain the rugs, went on to the other living room, made a wide curve to avoid the dining room table, went along the porch with the begonias, and passed without being seen under Amaranta's chair as she gave an arithmetic lesson to Aureliano Jose, and went through the pantry and came out in the kitchen, where Ursula was getting ready to crack thirty-six eggs to make bread.
"Holy Mother of God!" Ursula shouted.


en Castellano:(spoilers!!! no lean si van a leer el libro, el cual recomiendo!)

Tan pronto como José Arcadio cerró la puerta del dormitorio, el
estampido de un pistoletazo retumbó la casa. Un hilo de sangre salió por debajo de la puerta,
atravesó la sala, salió a la calle, siguió en un curso directo por los andenes disparejos, descendió
escalinatas y subió pretiles, pasó de largo por la calle de los Turcos, dobló una esquina a la
derecha y otra a la izquierda, volteó en ángulo recto frente a la casa de los Buendía, pasó por
debajo de la puerta cerrada, atravesó la sala de visitas pegado a las paredes para no manchar los
tapices, siguió por la otra sala, eludió en una curva amplia la mesa del comedor, avanzó por el
corredor de las begonias y pasó sin ser visto por debajo de la silla de Amaranta que daba una
lección de aritmética a Aureliano José, y se metió por el granero y apareció en la cocina donde
Úrsula se disponía a partir treinta y seis huevos para el pan.
-¡Ave María Purísima! -gritó Úrsula.
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MiniMinina Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2014  Student General Artist
hahaha me acuerdo de eso XD
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demosthenes1blackops Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
thoroughly creepy
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palnk Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
the book its not though :)
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pepperh2o Featured By Owner Feb 18, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Sounds like an Edward Gorey poem... nice!
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AnaidIvashkov Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2012
jajaja Pobre Úrsula!! Mi personaje favorito era el Coronel Aureliano Buendía... Incluso hice un ensayo para mi clase de lengua y literatura comparandolo con Gale XD ajaja
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Aleinad1694 Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2012  Student Photographer
Cieeen Añoos de Soledadd!! <3
Uno de los mejores libroos escritooos !! :D Y esa es definiticamente una escena clasica ;D
iIncreiblee! :D
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palnk Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
:))) :nod:
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ll69025 Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2012
mas cien anos de soledad porfa!!!
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AnnieReid Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2012
The red color is so awesome Oo This is excellent!
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palnk Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
thanks!!!!
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