Everyday You Have To Fight So That

And Yet Every So Often, The Heart Of America, Shuddering With Indignation, Sends A Nervous Spasm Through The Gentle Back Of The Andes, And Tumultuous Shock Waves Assault The Surface Of The Land. Three Times The Cuppola Of Proud Santo Domingo Has Collapsed From On High To The Rhythm Of Broken Bones And Its Worn Walls Have Opened And Fallen Too. But The Foundations They Rest On Are Unmoved, The Great Blocks Of The Temple Of The Sun Exhibit Their Gray Stone Indifferently; However Colossal The Disaster Befalling Its Oppressor, Not One Of Its Huge Rocks Shifts From Its Place.

Above All, Try Always To Be Able To Feel Deeply Any Injustice Committed Against Any Person In Any Part Of The World. It Is The Most Beautiful Quality Of A Revolutionary.

We Have To Dedicate Our Efforts To Better The Life, The Time Passed By The Worker In The Industrial Plant. That Will Be One Of Our Main Efforts During The Next Year.

The Word That Most Perfectly Describes The City Of Cuzco Is Evocative. Intangible Dust Of Another Era Settles On Its Streets, Rising Like The Disturbed Sediment Of A Muddy Lake When You Touch Its Bottom.

Real Revolutionaries Adorn Themselves On The Inside, Not On The Surface.