Writing is a marvelous adventure and very labor-intensive: those words run away and try to escape. They are very difficult to capture.

We are what we do, especially what we do to change what we are.

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

A pretty move, for the love of God.

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.

Because every single one of us has something to say to the others, something that deserves to be celebrated or forgiven by others

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