Development Develops Inequality.

I Remember That - You Know, I Didnt Receive A Formal Education. I Was Educated In The Montevideo Cafe, In The Cafes Of Montevideo. There, I Received My First Lessons In The Art Of Telling Stories, Storytelling.

History Never Really Says Goodbye. History Says, See You Later.

Because Every Single One Of Us Has Something To Say To The Others, Something That Deserves To Be Celebrated Or Forgiven By Others

Utopia Is On The Horizon. I Move Two Steps Closer; It Moves Two Steps Further Away. I Walk Another Ten Steps And The Horizon Runs Ten Steps Further Away. As Much As I May Walk, I'll Never Reach It. So What's The Point Of Utopia? The Point Is This: To Keep Walking.

I Would Recognise Myself In Each Of His Translations And He Would Feel Betrayed And Annoyed Whenever I Didn't Write Something The Way He Would Have. A Part Of Me Died With Him, A Part Of Him Lives With Me.