I have never killed anybody, it is true, but it is because I lacked the courage or the time, not because I lacked the desire
The ball laughs, radiant, in the air. He brings her down, puts her to sleep, showers her with compliments, dances with her, and seeing such things never before seen his admirers pity their unborn grandchildren who will never see them.
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.
I am not particularly interested insaving time I prefer to enjoy it.
For sailors who love the wind, memory is a good port of departure.
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.
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.
Today we must begin again. Step by small step, without any more protection than comes from our own bodies.
Whatever Latin America sells—raw materials or manufactures—its chief export product is really cheap labor.
The Church says: the body is a sin.Science says: the body is a machine.Advertising says: The body is a business.The Body says: I am a fiesta.
Those who make objectivity a religion are liars. they are scared of human pain. They dont want to be objective, it’s a lie: they want to be objects, so as not to suffer.
Disasters are called natural, as if nature were the executioner and not the victim
History never really says goodbye. History says, ‘See you later.’
The purpose of torture is not getting information. It’s spreading fear.
I’m attracted to soccer’s capacity for beauty. When well played, the game is a dance with a ball.
The history of soccer is a sad voyage from beauty to duty. When the sport became an industry, the beauty that blossoms from the joy of play got torn out by its very roots.
I remember that – you know, I didn’t receive a formal education. I was educated in the Montevideo cafe, in the cafes of Montevideo. There, I received my first lessons in the art of telling stories, storytelling.