Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Eyes of a blue dog (№ 82443)

So we meet with her for several years now. Sometimes in the moment when we find each other in the labyrinth of dreams, someone out there, drop to the floor, a spoon, and we Wake up. Little by little we come to terms with a sad truth - our friendship depends on very prosaic things. Any spoon at dawn can put an end to our short meeting.