He Who Could Have Been A Torch

Talent Is A Gift That Brings With It An Obligation To Serve The World, And Not Ourselves, For It Is Not Of Our Making.

I Come From All Places And To All Places I Go: I Am Art Among The Arts And Mountain Among Mountains. I Know The Strange Names Of Flowers And Herbs And Of Fatal Deceptions And Magnificent Griefs. In Night's Darkness I've Seen Raining Down On My Head Pure Flames, Flashing Rays Of Beauty Divine.

One Revolution Is Still Necessary: The One That Will Not End With The Rule Of Its Leader. It Will Be The Revolution Against Revolutions, The Uprising Of All Peaceable Individuals, Who Will Become Soldiers For Once So That Neither They Nor Anyone Else Will Ever Have To Be A Soldier Again.

Many Houses Were Still Full Of Light When, At The Close Of March 22, The People Of The Círculo Returned To Their Homes, Which Were Gladdened With A Fleeting Gladness By An Hour Of Justice - For There Are Still Many Slaves, Black And White, In Puerto Rico!

A Grain Of Poetry Suffices To Season A Century.