A Genuine Man Goes To

One Revolution Is Still Necessary: The One That Will Not End With The Rule Of Its Leader. It Will Be The Revolution Against Revolutions, The Uprising Of All Peaceable Individuals, Who Will Become Soldiers For Once So That Neither They Nor Anyone Else Will Ever Have To Be A Soldier Again.

Poetry Is The Work Of The Bard And Of The People Who Inspire Him.

Liberty Is The Right Of Every Man To Be Honest, To Think And To Speak Without Hypocrisy.

Just As He Who Gives His Life To Serve A Great Idea Is Admirable, He Who Avails Himself Of A Great Idea To Serve His Personal Hopes Of Glory And Power Is Abominable, Even If He Too Risks His Life.

Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca, En Julio Como En Enero, Para El Amigo Sincero Que Me Da Su Mano Franca. Y Para El Cruel Que Me Arranca El Corazon Con Que Vivo, Cardo Ni Oruga Cultivo Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca. I Have A White Rose To Tend In July As In January; I Give It To The True Friend Who Offers His Frank Hand To Me. And To The Cruel One Whose Blows Break The Heart By Which I Live, Thistle Nor Thorn Do I Give: For Him, Too, I Have A White Rose.