Soccer, metaphor for war, at times turns into real war.

Soccer is a feast for the eyes that watch it and a joy for the body that plays it

The more freedom is extended to business, the more prisons have to be built for those who suffer from that business.

The ball laughs, radiant, in the air. He brings her down, puts her to sleep, showers her with compliments, dances with her, and seeing such things never before seen his admirers pity their unborn grandchildren who will never see them.

Reality is a magic lady, sometimes very mysterious. To me she is very passionate. She is real not only when she is awake, walking down the streets, but also at night when she is dreaming or when she is having nightmares. When I am writing, I am always paying tribute to her - to that lady called Reality.

History never really says goodbye. History says, see you later.

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.