The Walls Are The Publishers Of The

The Human Murder By Poverty In Latin America Is Secret: Every Year, Without Making A Sound, Three Hiroshima Bombs Explode Over Communities That Have Become Accustomed To Suffering With Clenched Teeth.

From The Weak Nations' Point Of View, It Is Better If There Are Many Powerful Countries Then If There Are Just A Few. The More Concentrated Is Power, The Fewer Opportunities There Are To Move. Space For Change, Space For Freedom To Implement Change Is Then Very Narrow; Very Small.

The World Is A Heap Of People, A Sea Of Tiny Flames.

To Narrate Is To Give Oneself: It Seems Obvious That Literature, As An Effort To Communicate Fully, Will Continue To Be Blocked So Long As Misery And Illiteracy Exist, And So Long As The Possessors Of Power Continue To Carry On With Impunity Their Policy Of Collective Imbecilization Through The Mass Media.

I Can't Sleep. There Is A Woman Stuck Between My Eyelids. I Would Tell Her To Get Out If I Could. But There Is A Woman Stuck In My Throat