I See History As A Relay Race

With Maternal Love, Life Makes A Promise At Dawn That It Can Never Hold. You Are Forced To Eat Cold Food Until Your Days End. After That, Each Time A Woman Holds You In Her Arms And Against Her Chest, These Are Merely Condolences. You Always Come Back To Yell At Your Mother's Grave Like An Abandoned Dog. Never Again, Never Again, Never Again.

I Am Weak, I Say With No Presumptions. I Have No Merit, I Note It, That Is All. There Are Times That I Feel So Weak There Most Be A Mistake, And As I Don't Know What I Mean With This, I Am Not Going To Say Anything Else

I See History As A Relay Race In Which One Of Us, Before Dropping In His Tracks, Must Carry One Stage Further The Challenge Of Being A Man.

Humor Is An Affirmation Of Dignity, A Declaration Of Man's Superiority To All That Befalls Him.

Disease-carrying Thoughts Swarm And Multiply In The Dark And Twisted Labyrinths Of Our Minds, And All That Is Needed Is A Mob And A Good Political Slogan For The Epidemic To Be Spread Once Again, With A Burst Of Automatic Weapons Or A Mushroom Cloud.