To Read And Write Is A Paradise.

One Wants To Tell A Story, Like Scheherezade, In Order Not To Die. It's One Of The Oldest Urges In Mankind. It's A Way Of Stalling Death.

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.

When We Have A Better, More Social, More Responsible, Less Egotistical, Less Corrupt System, Mexico Will Be Able To Give Work To The Millions Of Mexicans Who Have To Build Our Roads, Dams, Schools, All The Things That Are Left Undone In Mexico While We Have The Manpower. There Is Something Very Bad Going On, On Both Sides Of The Border In Mexico And The Us. But The Worker Is A Worker, Not A Criminal. So, I Am In Favor Of A Solution Such As The Kennedy-mccain Proposals That Make It Clear What Steps Have To Be Taken To Accept The Fact That The Us Needs Foreign Workers.

Incredible The Animal That First Dreamed Of Another Animal.

Don't Classify Me, Read Me. I'm A Writer, Not A Genre.