This Work Is A Torture On The

The Human Murder By Poverty In Latin America Is Secret: Every Year, Without Making A Sound, Three Hiroshima Bombs Explode Over Communities That Have Become Accustomed To Suffering With Clenched Teeth.

The Latin American Cause Is About All A Social Cause: The Rebirth Of Latin America Must Start With The Overthrow Of Its Masters, Country By Country. We Are Entering Times Of Rebellion And Change. There Are Those Who Believe That Destiny Rests On The Knees Of The Gods; But The Truth Is That It Confronts The Conscience Of Man With A Burning Challenge.

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.

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.

Our Effectiveness Depends On Our Capacity To Be Audacious And Astute, Clear And Appealing. I Would Hope That We Can Create A Language More Fearless And Beautiful Than That Used By Conformist Writers To Greet The Twilight.