... Or the art of wacky poetry

I open this book and here welcomed me to Mariquisa, small village of Colombia where, one day, all the men are gone, killed or kidnapped by guerrillas.
After several months of day to day survival, women decide to organize a world planned by and for men. Their ingenuity and sincerity will guide through adventures such as the opening of a traveling brothel, creating a menstrual calendar, preservation of the species through the good services of the priest, one man remained in the village, and collectivist naturism.

I found this amazing book by freshness qu'apportait this village women story frame while all this is so hard. Everyone's hopes can be so easily crushed with one blow of Rangers, as this is guerilla, paramilitary or military. Yet we smile on almost every page, and his breath is retained pending whether or not Francisca remain in the village after discovering a fortune under his bed, one wonders if the girls at Mrs. Emilia withstand competition through their intensive training on the satisfaction of male pleasure, and we hope that the old cow perestroika will succeed in giving enough milk to all ...

Without realizing it, this pretty falsely naive tale and a bit naughty opened my eyes to the beauty of human life is constantly spoiled by warlike stupidity, and yet knows reborn again and again.
In his own way, in the city of intrepid widows left me in the same spirit as The Old Man Who Read Love Stories.

To read urgently!