Soccer, Metaphor For War, At Times Turns

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.

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.

A Unipolar World - One With Only One Power - Makes Sure That This Space Almost Disappears. In A Multipolar World This Space Multiplies. Therefore, There Is Nostalgia For A Multipolar World.

I Am Astonished Each Time I Come To The U.s. By The Ignorance Of A High Percentage Of The Population, Which Knows Almost Nothing About Latin America Or About The World. It's Quite Blind And Deaf To Anything That May Happen Outside The Frontiers Of The U.s.

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.