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“I don't believe in charity. I believe in solidarity. Charity is so vertical. It goes from the top to the bottom. Solidarity is horizontal. It respects the other person. I have a lot to learn from other people.”
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“The Church says: the body is a sin.
Science says: the body is a machine.
Advertising says: The body is a business.
The Body says: I am a fiesta.”
― Walking Words
Science says: the body is a machine.
Advertising says: The body is a business.
The Body says: I am a fiesta.”
― Walking Words
“We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine.”
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“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.”
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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.”
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“The Nobodies
Fleas dream of buying themselves a dog, and nobodies dream of escaping
poverty: that one magical day good luck will suddenly rain down on
them---will rain down in buckets. But good luck doesn't rain down
yesterday, today, tomorrow, or ever. Good luck doesn't even fall in a
fine drizzle, no matter how hard the nobodies summon it, even if their
left hand is tickling, or if they begin the new day with their right
foot, or start the new year with a change of brooms.
The nobodies: nobody's children, owners of nothing. The nobodies: the
no ones, the nobodied, running like rabbits, dying through life,
screwed every which way.
Who are not, but could be.
Who don't speak languages, but dialects.
Who don't have religions, but superstitions.
Who don't create art, but handicrafts.
Who don't have culture, but folklore.
Who are not human beings, but human resources.
Who do not have faces, but arms.
Who do not have names, but numbers.
Who do not appear in the history of the world, but in the police
blotter of the local paper.
The nobodies, who are not worth the bullet that kills them.”
― Open Veins of Latin America: Five Centuries of the Pillage of a Continent
Fleas dream of buying themselves a dog, and nobodies dream of escaping
poverty: that one magical day good luck will suddenly rain down on
them---will rain down in buckets. But good luck doesn't rain down
yesterday, today, tomorrow, or ever. Good luck doesn't even fall in a
fine drizzle, no matter how hard the nobodies summon it, even if their
left hand is tickling, or if they begin the new day with their right
foot, or start the new year with a change of brooms.
The nobodies: nobody's children, owners of nothing. The nobodies: the
no ones, the nobodied, running like rabbits, dying through life,
screwed every which way.
Who are not, but could be.
Who don't speak languages, but dialects.
Who don't have religions, but superstitions.
Who don't create art, but handicrafts.
Who don't have culture, but folklore.
Who are not human beings, but human resources.
Who do not have faces, but arms.
Who do not have names, but numbers.
Who do not appear in the history of the world, but in the police
blotter of the local paper.
The nobodies, who are not worth the bullet that kills them.”
― Open Veins of Latin America: Five Centuries of the Pillage of a Continent
“Each person shines with his or her own light. No two flames are alike. There are big flames and little flames, flames of every color. Some people’s flames are so still they don’t even flicker in the wind, while others have wild flames that fill the air with sparks. Some foolish flames neither burn nor shed light, but others blaze with life so fiercely that you can’t look at them without blinking, and if you approach you shine in the fire.”
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“I am not particularly interested in
saving time; I prefer to enjoy it.”
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saving time; I prefer to enjoy it.”
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“الجوع يتغذى على الخوف / خوف الصمت يدوي في الشوارع / الخوف يهدد:/ إذا أحببت ، تصاب بالإيدز / إذا دخنت ، تصب بالسرطان / إذا تنفست ، تتلوث / إذا شربت ، تحصل على حوادث / إذا أكلت ، ترتفع فيك نسبة الكولسترول / إذا عبرت عن نفسك ، تسرح ، إذا سرت ، تسرق / إذا فكرت ، تقلق / إذا شككت ، تجن / إذا شعرت ، تعاني من الوحدة”
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“I can't sleep. There is a woman stuck between my eyelids. I would tell her to get out if I could. But there is a woman stuck in my throat”
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“مؤسف انني لم اعرف كيف اجعل نفسي مفهوماً”
― The Book of Embraces
― The Book of Embraces
“I have never killed anybody, it is true, but it is because I lacked the courage or the time, not because I lacked the desire”
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“نابليون لم يكن فرنسياً ، وستالين لم يكن روسياً ، وهتلر لم يكن المانياً وإنما ولد في النمسا ومارغريتا سارافاتي المرأة التي أحبها موسوليني المعادي للسامية ، كانت يهودية .. والنحات اليخادينهو ، الأكثر دعامة بين البرازيليين .. ولدت من بين يديه أعظم ملكات الجمال البرازيليات ، والسود الأميركيون الشماليون ،أكثر البشر تعرضاً للاضطهاد ؛أبدعوا الجاز " أكثر أنواع الموسيقى تحرراً”
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“Hay criminales que proclaman tan campantes ‘la maté porque era mía’, así no más, como si fuera cosa de sentido común y justo de toda justicia y derecho de propiedad privada, que hace al hombre dueño de la mujer. Pero ninguno, ninguno, ni el más macho de los supermachos tiene la valentía de confesar ‘la maté por miedo’, porque al fin y al cabo el miedo de la mujer a la violencia del hombre es el espejo del miedo del hombre a la mujer sin miedo.”
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“Utopia is on the horizon. I move two steps closer; it moves two steps further away. I walk another ten steps and the horizon runs ten steps further away. As much as I may walk, I'll never reach it. So what's the point of utopia? The point is this: to keep walking.”
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“In 1492, the natives discovered they were indians, discovered they lived in America, discovered they were naked, discovered that the Sin existed, discovered they owed allegiance to a King and Kingdom from another world and a God from another sky, and that this God had invented the guilty and the dress, and had sent to be burnt alive who worships the Sun the Moon the Earth and the Rain that wets it.”
― Los hijos de los días
― Los hijos de los días
“الموظفون لا يعملون
السياسيون يتحدثون لكنهم لا يقولون شيئا
الأصوات تصوت لكنها لا تنتخب
وسائل الإعلام تشوه المعلومات
المدارس تعلّم الجهل
القضاة يعاقبون الضحايا
الجيش يشن الحرب ضد مواطني بلده
لا يكافح رجال الشرطة الجريمة لأنهم مشغولون جداّ بارتكابها
الإفلاسات تصبح مجتمعية بينما الأرباح تجعل خاصة
النقود أكثر حرية من البشر
البشر هم في خدمة الأشياء”
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السياسيون يتحدثون لكنهم لا يقولون شيئا
الأصوات تصوت لكنها لا تنتخب
وسائل الإعلام تشوه المعلومات
المدارس تعلّم الجهل
القضاة يعاقبون الضحايا
الجيش يشن الحرب ضد مواطني بلده
لا يكافح رجال الشرطة الجريمة لأنهم مشغولون جداّ بارتكابها
الإفلاسات تصبح مجتمعية بينما الأرباح تجعل خاصة
النقود أكثر حرية من البشر
البشر هم في خدمة الأشياء”
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“Celebration of the Human Voice---
When it is genuine, when it is born of the need to speak, no one can stop the human voice. When denied a mouth, it speaks with the hands or the eyes, or the pores, or anything at all. Because every single one of us has something to say to the others, something that deserves to be celebrated or forgiven by others.”
― The Book of Embraces
When it is genuine, when it is born of the need to speak, no one can stop the human voice. When denied a mouth, it speaks with the hands or the eyes, or the pores, or anything at all. Because every single one of us has something to say to the others, something that deserves to be celebrated or forgiven by others.”
― The Book of Embraces
“أنا لا أطلب منك أن تصف سقوط المطر، أنا أطلب أن تجعلني أتبلل، فكر بالأمر، أيُّها الكاتب!”
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“The walls are the publishers of the poor.”
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“Our defeat was always implicit in the victory of others; our wealth has always generated our poverty by nourishing the prosperity of others - the empires and their native overseers. In the colonial and neocolonial alchemy, gold changes into scrap metal and food into poison.”
― Open Veins of Latin America: Five Centuries of the Pillage of a Continent
― Open Veins of Latin America: Five Centuries of the Pillage of a Continent
“Solo los tontos creen que el silencio es vacío. A veces para comunicar es mejor callar.”
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“For sailors who love the wind, memory is a good port of departure.”
― Walking Words
― Walking Words
“تقول الكنيسة : الجسد خطيئة / يقول المعلم : الجسد آلة / تقول الإعلانات : الجسد مشروع تجاري / يقول الجسد : أنا مهرجان ”
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“The big bankers of the world, who practise the terrorism of money, are more powerful than kings and field marshals, even more than the Pope of Rome himself. They never dirty their hands. They kill no-one: they limit themselves to applauding the show.”
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“- إعلام العولمه -
بعد شهور من سقوط البرجين, قصفت إسرائيل جنين.
مخيم اللاجئين الفلسطينيين هذا, تحول إلى حفره هائله, ممتلئه بموتى تحت الأنقاض.
حفرة جنين لها حجم حفرة برجي نيويورك نفسه
ولكن, كم من الناس رأوها, عير أولئك المتبقين على قيد الحياه الذين يقلبون الأنقاض بحثاُ عن ذويهم؟”
― أفواه الزمن
بعد شهور من سقوط البرجين, قصفت إسرائيل جنين.
مخيم اللاجئين الفلسطينيين هذا, تحول إلى حفره هائله, ممتلئه بموتى تحت الأنقاض.
حفرة جنين لها حجم حفرة برجي نيويورك نفسه
ولكن, كم من الناس رأوها, عير أولئك المتبقين على قيد الحياه الذين يقلبون الأنقاض بحثاُ عن ذويهم؟”
― أفواه الزمن
“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.”
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“Nos podrán quitar las flores, pero nunca la primavera. ”
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“نافذة على رجل ناجح :
لا يستطيع أن ينظر إلى القمر دون أن يقيس المسافة / لا يستطيع أن ينظر إلى شجرة دون أن يفكر بالحطب /لا يستطيع أن ينظر إلى لوحة دون أن يحسب السعر / لا يستطيع أن ينظر إلى امرأة دون أن يحسب حساب المجازفة”
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لا يستطيع أن ينظر إلى القمر دون أن يقيس المسافة / لا يستطيع أن ينظر إلى شجرة دون أن يفكر بالحطب /لا يستطيع أن ينظر إلى لوحة دون أن يحسب السعر / لا يستطيع أن ينظر إلى امرأة دون أن يحسب حساب المجازفة”
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“Some prisoners spent more than ten years buried in solitary cells the size of coffins, hearing nothing but clanging bars or footsteps in the corridors. . .[they] survived because they could talk to each other by tapping on the wall. In that way they told of dreams and memories, fallings in and out of love; they discussed, embraced, fought; they shared beliefs and beauties, doubts and guilts, and those questions that have no answers.
When it is genuine, when it is born of the need to speak, no one can stop the human voice. When denied a mouth, it speaks with the hands or the eyes, or the pores, or anything at all. Because every single one of us has something to say to the others, something that deserves to be celebrated or forgiven by others. ”
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When it is genuine, when it is born of the need to speak, no one can stop the human voice. When denied a mouth, it speaks with the hands or the eyes, or the pores, or anything at all. Because every single one of us has something to say to the others, something that deserves to be celebrated or forgiven by others. ”
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“داهمت الموسيقى البيت وانطلقت محلقة، عبر النوافذ المفتوحة، بإتجاه الليل، بإتجاه الأرض التي ليس فيها أحد، وظلت حية في الهواء بعد أن توقفت الأسطوانة عن الدوران”
― أفواه الزمن
― أفواه الزمن