Eduardo Galeano
Eduardo Galeano
Eduardo Hughes Galeanowas an Uruguayan journalist, writer and novelist considered, among other things, "global soccer's pre-eminent man of letters" and "a literary giant of the Latin American left"...
NationalityUruguayan
ProfessionMemoirist
Date of Birth3 September 1940
CityMontevideo, Uruguay
CountryUruguay
soccer real war
Soccer, metaphor for war, at times turns into real war.
soccer eye play
Soccer is a feast for the eyes that watch it and a joy for the body that plays it
soccer country team
I go about the world, hand outstretched, and in the stadiums I plead: 'A pretty move, for the love of God.' And when good soccer happens, I give thanks for the miracle and I don't give a damn which team or country performs it.
prehistoric
I am quite prehistoric, absolutely prehistoric.
soccer games balls
I'm attracted to soccer's capacity for beauty. When well played, the game is a dance with a ball.
suffering prison built
The more freedom is extended to business, the more prisons have to be built for those who suffer from that business.
believe people answers
We live in a world that treats the dead better than the living. We, the living are askers of questions and givers of answers, and we have other grave defects unpardonable by a system that believes death, like money, improves people.
beautiful twilight effectiveness
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.
coffee law fiction
The wages Haiti requires by law belong in the department of science fiction: actual wages on coffee plantations vary from $.07 to $.15 a day
heart joy torture
This work is a torture on the rump but a joy to the heart.
latin known
We Latins are known for jabbering on.
moving god-love
A pretty move, for the love of God.
dream real writing
Reality is a magic lady, sometimes very mysterious. To me she is very passionate. She is real not only when she is awake, walking down the streets, but also at night when she is dreaming or when she is having nightmares. When I am writing, I am always paying tribute to her - to that lady called Reality.
country thinking people
The ways of change are dictated by the circumstances of each country, each place and each time. I don't think that arrogant intellectuals should be dictating to the people which way they should be heading. I think we should be listening to the people, see in which directions things are developing. People are walking where they can, not where they want to. But they are walking!