This Work Is A Torture On The

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.

The Tree Of Life Knows That, Whatever Happens, The Warm Music Spinning Around It Will Never Stop. However Much Death May Come, However Much Blood May Flow, The Music Will Dance Men And Women As Long As The Air Breaths Them And The Land Plows And Loves Them.

It Is Highly Improbable That The Bureaucrat Will Put His Life On The Line. It Is Absolutely Impossible That He'll Put His Job On The Line.

I Am Astonished Each Time I Come To The U.s. By The Ignorance Of A High Percentage Of The Population, Which Knows Almost Nothing About Latin America Or About The World. It's Quite Blind And Deaf To Anything That May Happen Outside The Frontiers Of The U.s.

If The Past Has Nothing To Say To The Present, History May Go On Sleeping Undisturbed In The Closet Where The System Keeps Its Old Disguises.