I'm A Writer Obsessed With

And One Fine Day The Goddess Of The Wind Kisses The Foot Of Man, That Mistreated, Scorned Foot, And From That Kiss The Soccer Idol Is Born. He Is Born In A Straw Crib In A Tin-roofed Shack And He Enters The World Clinging To 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.

I Am Astonished Each Time I Come To The U.s. By The Ignorance Of A High Percentage Of The Population, Which Knows Almost Nothing About Latin America Or About The World. It's Quite Blind And Deaf To Anything That May Happen Outside The Frontiers Of The U.s.

Richness In The World Is A Result Of Other People's Poverty. We Should Begin To Shorten The Abyss Between Haves And Have-nots.

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.