We Latins are known for jabbering on.

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.

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.

Where do people earn the Per Capita Income? More than one poor starving soul would like to know. In our countries, numbers live better than people. How many people prosper in times of prosperity? How many people find their lives developed by development?

This work is a torture on the rump but a joy to the heart.

Recordar: To remember; from the Latin records, to pass back through the heart

If the grape is made of wine, then perhaps we are the words that tell who we are