“Lo que cava La sangre corcovea en todos los rincones, en el alma superior, en su orgullo, en los perros con olor a furia. El ser amado convierte la humillación en asombro y vengo aquí para decir que te amo. El domingo del payaso prueba la desolación. La emoción contra la pared espera que la fusilen. Nuestros cuerpos conocen esa pared. Es una atadura del sol que cava y cava.” AmorPoesía Author:Juan Gelman
“Look, words are like the air: they belong to everybody. Words are not the problem; it's the tone, the context, where those words are aimed, and in whose company they are uttered. Of course murderers and victims use the same words, but I never read the words utopia, or beauty, or tenderness in police descriptions. Do you know that the Argentinean dictatorship burnt The Little Prince ? And I think they were right to do so, not because I do not love The Little Prince , but because the book is so full of tenderness that it would harm any dictatorship.” ThinkingKnowsLooksLittlesBookUseProblemCoursesCompanyAirPoliceVictimHarmToneDescriptionDo You KnowTendernessDictatorshipMurdererUtopia Author:Juan Gelman
