Yolanda Bedregal
Born
in La Paz, Bolivia
September 21, 1913
Died
May 21, 1999
Genre
“A man enters, a man like any other, with his invisible I, unassailable and with a suit that conceals him. As with all men, has he any idea of what he is or what he wants? The years have fused onto him a mask of frustrated minutes, society has imposed on him his facade and treacherous attitudes; the authorities have added on papers in his pockets, tags on his lapel. If he did not need documents to identify him, he would be unmistakable. The possession of a passport, a document of identification, rental receipts, tax vouchers, a wallet, keys, makes everyone the same, even though the police maintain the contrary ["Good Evening, Agatha", Landscapes of a New Land, Marjorie Agosin, editor].”
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“I know now that someone can exist in this world who may arrive without knocking, who can be here without having left and who on leaving can say to me:
'Good evening, Agatha' ["Good Evening, Agatha," Landscapes of a New Land, Marjorie Agosin, editor].”
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'Good evening, Agatha' ["Good Evening, Agatha," Landscapes of a New Land, Marjorie Agosin, editor].”
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“I sensed that everything has a limit in space and in time, encircled by a line, sinuous or smooth, which finally doubles back upon itself ["Good Evening, Agatha," Landscapes of a New Land, Marjorie Agosin, editor].”
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