A Pretty Move, For The Love Of

This Work Is A Torture On The Rump But A Joy To The Heart.

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.

Our Defeat Was Always Implicit In The Victory Of Others; Our Wealth Has Always Generated Our Poverty By Nourishing The Prosperity Of Others - The Empires And Their Native Overseers. In The Colonial And Neocolonial Alchemy, Gold Changes Into Scrap Metal And Food Into Poison.

I Like Messi Because He Doesn't Think He Is Messi.

When A Book Is Alive, Really Alive, You Feel It. You Put It To Your Ear Here, And You Feel It Breathe, Sometimes Laugh, Sometimes Cry, Just Like A Person, A Little Person.