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Memory. My poison, my food.

Eduardo Galeano

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Eduardo Galeano
Age: 74 †
Born: 1940
Born: September 3
Died: 2015
Died: April 13
Journalist
Poet
Writer
Eduardo Hughes Galeano
Eduardo Germán María Hughes Galeano
Eduardo German Maria Hughes Galeano
Poison
Memory
Memories
Food

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Richness in the world is a result of other people's poverty. We should begin to shorten the abyss between haves and have-nots.
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From the weak nations' point of view, it is better if there are many powerful countries then if there are just a few. The more concentrated is power, the fewer opportunities there are to move. Space for change, space for freedom to implement change is then very narrow very small.
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To narrate is to give oneself: it seems obvious that literature, as an effort to communicate fully, will continue to be blocked so long as misery and illiteracy exist, and so long as the possessors of power continue to carry on with impunity their policy of collective imbecilization through the mass media.
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There are visible and invisible dictators. The power structure of world football is monarchical. It's the most secret kingdom in the world.
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The purpose of torture is not getting information. It's spreading fear.
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If the grape is made of wine, then perhaps we are the words that tell who we are
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We are what we do, especially what we do to change what we are.
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History never really says goodbye. History says, see you later.
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Writing is a marvelous adventure and very labor-intensive: those words run away and try to escape. They are very difficult to capture.
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The poet, distracted by politics, asks of poetry that it make itself useful like metal or flour, that it get ready to stain its face with coal dust and fight body to body.
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The fiesta of soccer, a feast for the legs that play and the eyes that watch, is much more than a big business run by overlords from Switzerland. The most popular sport in the world wants to serve the people who embrace it.
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For sailors who love the wind, memory is a good port of departure.
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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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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.
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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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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.
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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.
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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.
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I'm a writer obsessed with remembering, with remembering the past of America and above all that of Latin America, intimate land condemned to amnesia.
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