The World Is Organised By The War

Each Time A New War Is Disclosed In The Name Of The Fight Of The Good Against Evil, Those Who Are Killed Are All Poor. It's Always The Same Story Repeating Once And Again And Again.

And One Fine Day The Goddess Of The Wind Kisses The Foot Of Man, That Mistreated, Scorned Foot, And From That Kiss The Soccer Idol Is Born. He Is Born In A Straw Crib In A Tin-roofed Shack And He Enters The World Clinging To A Ball.

Nothing Can Be Defined Or Derided On The Basis Of Its Origin. The Important Thing Is What Is Done With It And How Far A Community Identifies With Something That Symbolizes Its Favourite Way Of Dreaming, Living, Dancing, Playing Or Loving. This Is The Positive Side Of The World: A Constant Intermingling That Produces New Responses To New Challenges. But Because Of Forced Globalization, There's A Clear Trend These Days Towards Uniformity. This Trend Comes Largely From The Ever-greater Concentration Of Power In The Hands Of Large Media Groups.

The Wages Haiti Requires By Law Belong In The Department Of Science Fiction: Actual Wages On Coffee Plantations Vary From $.07 To $.15 A Day

Utopia Lies At The Horizon. When I Draw Nearer By Two Steps, It Retreats Two Steps. If I Proceed Ten Steps Forward, It Swiftly Slips Ten Steps Ahead. No Matter How Far I Go, I Can Never Reach It. What, Then, Is The Purpose Of Utopia? It Is To Cause Us To Advance.