Memory. My Poison, My Food.

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.

Each Person Shines With His Or Her Own Light. No Two Flames Are Alike. There Are Big Flames And Little Flames, Flames Of Every Color. Some People’s Flames Are So Still They Don’t Even Flicker In The Wind, While Others Have Wild Flames That Fill The Air With Sparks. Some Foolish Flames Neither Burn Nor Shed Light, But Others Blaze With Life So Fiercely That You Can’t Look At Them Without Blinking, And If You Approach You Shine In The Fire.

Recordar: To Remember; From The Latin Records, To Pass Back Through The Heart

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

I Don't Believe In Charity. I Believe In Solidarity. Charity Is So Vertical. It Goes From The Top To The Bottom. Solidarity Is Horizontal. It Respects The Other Person. I Have A Lot To Learn From Other People.