the midday sun
I love the revolution like a volcano in eruption ; I love the volcano because it 's a volcano , the revolution because it 's the revolution ! What do I care about the stones left above or below after the cataclysm ? What are they to me ? '' In the glare of the midday sun the reflection of a white tequila bottle glittered on his forehead ; and , jubilant , he ran toward the bearer of such a marvelous gift . `` I like this crazy fool , '' Demetrio said with a smile . `` He says things sometimes that make you think . '' They resumed their march ; their uncertainty translated into a lugubrious silence .