I Like Messi Because He Doesn't Think

I Go About The World, Hand Outstretched, And In The Stadiums I Plead: 'a Pretty Move, For The Love Of God.' And When Good Soccer Happens, I Give Thanks For The Miracle And I Don't Give A Damn Which Team Or Country Performs It.

There Are Some Writers Who Feel They Are Elected By God. I Am Not. I Am Elected By The Devil - This Is Clear.

No History Is Mute. No Matter How Much They Own It, Break It, And Lie About It, Human History Refuses To Shut Its Mouth. Despite Deafness And Ignorance, The Time That Was Continues To Tick Inside The Time That Is.

I'm Attracted To Soccer's Capacity For Beauty. When Well Played, The Game Is A Dance With A Ball.

Each Person Shines With His Or Her Own Light. No Two Flames Are Alike. There Are Big Flames And Little Flames, Flames Of Every Color. Some People’s Flames Are So Still They Don’t Even Flicker In The Wind, While Others Have Wild Flames That Fill The Air With Sparks. Some Foolish Flames Neither Burn Nor Shed Light, But Others Blaze With Life So Fiercely That You Can’t Look At Them Without Blinking, And If You Approach You Shine In The Fire.