The Personal Blog of Dr. Shahzéb Najam
They sat in silence, watching night fall over the brambles. A flock of distant animals could be heard on the horizon, and a woman’s inconsolable voice calling them by name, one by one, until it was dark.
Gabriel García Márquez, Of Love and Other Demons
They say Magellan once dreamt of Maccu Picchu,
burning in the moonlight and an orphan-king who
roamed the forsaken streets with a broken crown
as his tears mingled with the lashing rain. They say
Magellan never awoke from that dream and spent
the rest of his life searching for the ruined city. On
the night before his death, they say he scribbled a
last entry into his journal. Somewhere in South
America, he wrote, an orphan-king wed an orphan-queen
and they were orphans no more. They lived in great
happiness and their rule was just and wise. But the
conquistadors came one day and…
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