#Eduardo Galeano

[thepersonalwords]

We live in a world where the funeral matters more than the dead, the wedding more than love and the physical rather than the intellect. We live in the container culture, which despises the content.

Eduardo Galeano

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[elbiotipo]

No joke, go read The Open Veins of Latin America before even trying to send me a political ask. Mandatory reading.

It's a cliché that every Latin American leftist has read it and quotes it, but that's because it's written in such a clear language with undeniable strenght on its facts. It presents the history of Latin America solidly just in the first few pages, and it only gets more engrossing the more it goes on. While it is now a bit outdated in the sense that it was first published in 1971, the historical, social and political issues presented are -in an unfortunate way- still current. It is a relatively short book, passionate and in a clear, poetic language.

Sometimes it's good to return to the basics, and this is THE basic book if you want to understand the effects of imperialism in Latin America, and our struggle for freedom and identity.

Instead of losing your time with half baked twitteroid takes, go read it. Here you go, for free, in Spanish, Portuguese and English:

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[desorden-en-letras]

Eduardo Galeano

Gian Franco/ Literatura

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[huariqueje]

The worst violators of nature and human rights never go to jail. They hold the keys. - Eduardo Galeano

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[depoesiaypoetas]

La canción de nosotros

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[yurugua]

“A hundred songs name him. At seventeen he was champion of the world and king of soccer. Before he was twenty the government of Brazil named him a "national treasure not to be exported." He won three world championships with the Brazilian team and two with the club Santos. After his thousandth goal, he kept on counting. He played more than thirteen hundred matches in eighty countries, one after another at a punishing rate, and he scored nearly thirteen hundred goals. Once he held up a war: Nigeria and Biafra declared a truce to see him play.

To see him play was worth a truce and a lot more. When Pele ran hard, he cut right through his opponents like a hot knife through butter. When he stopped, his opponents got lost in the labyrinths his legs embroidered. When he jumped, he climbed into the air as if it were a staircase. When he executed a free kick, his opponents in the wall wanted to turn around to face the net, so as not to miss the goal.

He was born in a poor home in a far-off village, and he reached the summit of power and fortune where blacks were not allowed. Off the field he never gave a minute of his time and a coin never fell from his pocket. But those of us who were lucky enough to see him play received alms of extraordinary beauty: moments so worthy of immortality that they make us believe immortality exists.”

Eduardo Galeano on Pelé, from Football in Sun and Shadow

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[el-jujeniodeletras]

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[blackswaneuroparedux]

We are all mortal until the first kiss or the second glass of wine.

- Eduardo Galeano

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[okuryazarlar]

Yazarların aynı anda düşünme ve hissetme hakkına sahip olduğuna inanan ve nesnellik kavramını reddeden; tarihçi, gazeteci ve şiire yeteneğiyle de bilinen Latin Amerika'nın en önemli yazarlarından Eduardo Galeano'yu aramızdan ayrılışının 9. yılında saygıyla anıyoruz.

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[julesofnature]

Scientists say that human beings are made of atoms, but a little bird told me that we are also made of stories. ~ Eduardo Galeano

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[yoestuveaquiunavezfrases21]

1368- La utopía está en el horizonte. Camino dos pasos, ella se aleja dos pasos y el horizonte se corre diez pasos más allá. ¿Entonces para qué sirve la utopía? Para eso, sirve para caminar.

(Eduardo Galeano)

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[angeles-y-demonios-terrenales]

Eduardo Galeano

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[dk-thrive]

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.

– Eduardo Galeano, Walking Words. (Norton, January 1, 1995)

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[huariqueje]

The Nobodies Fleas dream of buying themselves a dog, and nobodies dream of escaping poverty: that one magical day good luck will suddenly rain down on them–will rain down in buckets. But good luck doesn’t rain down yesterday, today, tomorrow, or ever. Good luck doesn’t even fall in a fine drizzle, no matter how hard the nobodies summon it, even if their left hand is tickling, or if they begin the new day with their right foot, or start the new year with a change of brooms. The nobodies: nobody’s children, owners of nothing. The nobodies: the no ones, the nobodied, running like rabbits, dying through life, screwed every which way. Who are not, but could be. Who don’t speak languages, but dialects. Who don’t have religions, but superstitions. Who don’t create art, but handicrafts. Who don’t have culture, but folklore. Who are not human beings, but human resources. Who do not have faces, but arms. Who do not have names, but numbers. Who do not appear in the history of the world, but in the red chronicle of the local paper. The nobodies, who are not worth the bullet that kills them.

Poem from “The Book of Embraces,”  translation by Galeano’s longtime translator, Cedric Belfrage.

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[jacobwren]

“Why does one write, if not to put one’s pieces together? From the moment we enter school or church, education chops us into pieces: it teaches us to divorce soul from body and mind from heart. The fishermen of the Colombian coast must be learned doctors of ethics and morality, for they invented the word sentipensante, feeling-thinking, to define language that speaks the truth.” – Eduardo Galeano, The Book of Embraces (Translated by Cedric Belfrage)

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[renovador]

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