We Latins Are Known For Jabbering On.

I Would Recognise Myself In Each Of His Translations And He Would Feel Betrayed And Annoyed Whenever I Didn't Write Something The Way He Would Have. A Part Of Me Died With Him, A Part Of Him Lives With Me.

I'm Attracted To Soccer's Capacity For Beauty. When Well Played, The Game Is A Dance With A Ball.

Reality Is Very, Very Contradictory, And So I Try To Write Just Perfecting What I See, What I Read, What I Feel, In A Feel-thinking Way. Not Only Giving Ideas, Or Receiving Ideas, Or Trying To Explain Something, But Mainly Feel-thinking, A Feel-thinking Language Able To Tie The Heart And The Mind, Which Have Been Divorced.

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.

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.