Francisco

“Estar solos es, básicamente, viajar”
― Roberto Bolaño, Between Parentheses: Essays, Articles, and Speeches, 1998-2003

“Estoy seguro que Chile es una serpiente enterrada como una semilla también, que si cavamos lo suficiente daremos con su piel seca, respirando. A veces sueño con ella. A veces está enterrada en mi propio cuerpo y tiene la forma de mi columna vertebral. Entonces la veo saltar desde la Patagonia, abrir la boca junto al lago Chungará, cerca de Arica, y morderme el cráneo con tanto placer que mancho la cama.”
― Jorge Baradit, Lluscuma

“Hay tantos niños que
van a nacer
con una alita rota
Y yo quiero que vuelen compañero
Que su revolución
les dé un pedazo de
cielo rojo
Para que puedan volar”
― Pedro Lemebel, Loco afán: Crónicas del sidario

“I feel that for white America to understand the significance of the problem of the Negro will take a bigger and tougher America than any we have yet known. I feel that America's past is too shallow, her national character too superficially optimistic, her very morality too suffused with color hate for her to accomplish so vast and complex a task. Culturally the Negro represents a paradox: Though he is an organic part of the nation, he is excluded by the ride and direction of American culture. Frankly, it is felt to be right to exclude him, and it if felt to be wrong to admit him freely. Therefore if, within the confines of its present culture, the nation ever seeks to purge itself of its color hate, it will find itself at war with itself, convulsed by a spasm of emotional and moral confusion. If the nation ever finds itself examining its real relation to the Negro, it will find itself doing infinitely more than that; for the anti-Negro attitude of whites represents but a tiny part - though a symbolically significant one - of the moral attitude of the nation. Our too-young and too-new America, lusty because it is lonely, aggressive because it is afraid, insists upon seeing the world in terms of good and bad, the holy and the evil, the high and the low, the white and the black; our America is frightened of fact, of history, of processes, of necessity. It hugs the easy way of damning those whom it cannot understand, of excluding those who look different, and it salves its conscience with a self-draped cloak of righteousness. Am I damning my native land? No; for I, too, share these faults of character! And I really do not think that America, adolescent and cocksure, a stranger to suffering and travail, an enemy of passion and sacrifice, is ready to probe into its most fundamental beliefs.”
― Richard Wright, Black Boy