Memory Is Satisfied Desire.

Like All Of Latin America, Mexico After Independence In 1821 Turned Its Back On A Triple Heritage: On The Spanish Heritage, Because We Were Newly Liberated Colonies, And On Our Indian And Black Heritages, Because We Considered Them Backward And Barbaric. We Looked Towards France, England And The U.s., To Become Progressive Democratic Republics.

The French Equate Intelligence With Rational Discourse, The Russians With Intense Soul-searching. For The Mexican, Intelligence Is Inseparable From Maliciousness.

Writing Is A Struggle Against Silence.

You, Yesterday, Did The Usual Things, Just As Any Day, You Don't Know If It's Worth Remembering. You Would Prefer To Remember, There Lying In The Half-darkness Of The Bedroom, Not What Has Happened Already But What Is Going To Happen. In Your Half-darkness Your Eyes Would Prefer To Look Ahead, Not Behind, And They Do Not Know How To Foresee The Past.

I Need, Therefore I Imagine.