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“Que el anarquismo es una maravillosa idea de libertad, no tener a nadie encima de uno. Ningún poder superior, ninguna cadena. No hay idea más maravillosa. No hay idea menos practicable. Pero hay que mantener la utopía de las ideas. Si no, nos convertimos en bestias. También la vida práctica es un hoyo negro que los lleva a la muerte. La revolución, la anarquía, la libertad son los premios del pensamiento. No tienen más que un trono, nuestra cabeza.”

Quote by Carlos Fuentes

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Diana: The Goddess Who Hunts Alone

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Carlos Fuentes
Carlos Fuentes

Carlos Fuentes, born on November 11, 1928 and died on May 15, 2012, was a renowned Mexican novelist. His works are characterized by deep social insight and a unique literary style, which have had a profound impact on Latin American literature. more

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