Richness in the world is a result of other people's poverty. We should begin to shorten the abyss between haves and have-nots.

The tree of life knows that, whatever happens, the warm music spinning around it will never stop. However much death may come, however much blood may flow, the music will dance men and women as long as the air breaths them and the land plows and loves them.

Each time a new war is disclosed in the name of the fight of the good against evil, those who are killed are all poor. It's always the same story repeating once and again and again.

I am quite prehistoric, absolutely prehistoric.

Utopia lies at the horizon. When I draw nearer by two steps, it retreats two steps. If I proceed ten steps forward, it swiftly slips ten steps ahead. No matter how far I go, I can never reach it. What, then, is the purpose of utopia? It is to cause us to advance.

Latin America is part of the world which was for many years condemned to the system of power where intimidation had more strength than the vote.

Memory. My poison, my food.