Schools Teach Ignorance.

For Sailors Who Love The Wind, Memory Is A Good Port Of Departure.

The Poet, Distracted By Politics, Asks Of Poetry That It Make Itself Useful Like Metal Or Flour, That It Get Ready To Stain Its Face With Coal Dust And Fight Body To Body.

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.

Most Of Wars Or Military Coups Or Invasions Are Done In The Name Of Democracy Against Democracy.

I'm A Writer Obsessed With Remembering, With Remembering The Past Of America And Above All That Of Latin America, Intimate Land Condemned To Amnesia.