In The Struggle Of Good Against Evil,

The Human Rainbow Had Been Mutilated By Machismo, Racism, Militarism And A Lot Of Other Isms, Who Have Been Terribly Killing Our Greatness, Our Possible Greatness, Our Possible Beauty.

Latin America Is Part Of The World Which Was For Many Years Condemned To The System Of Power Where Intimidation Had More Strength Than The Vote.

No History Is Mute. No Matter How Much They Own It, Break It, And Lie About It, Human History Refuses To Shut Its Mouth. Despite Deafness And Ignorance, The Time That Was Continues To Tick Inside The Time That Is.

We Latins Are Known For Jabbering On.

Poets And Beggars, Musicians And Prophets, Warriors And Scoundrels, All Creatures Of That Unbridled Reality, We Have Had To Ask But Little Of Our Imagination, For Our Crucial Problem Has Been A Lack Of Conventional Means To Render Our Lives Believable. This, My Friends, Is The Crux Of Our Solitude.