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
jobs political lines
It is highly improbable that the bureaucrat will put his life on the line. It is absolutely impossible that he'll put his job on the line.
owners
From their castle in Zurich, the owners of soccer do not propose, they impose. That's their way.
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.
moving god-love
A pretty move, for the love of God.
latin known
We Latins are known for jabbering on.
prehistoric
I am quite prehistoric, absolutely prehistoric.
soccer real war
Soccer, metaphor for war, at times turns into real war.
information purpose torture
The purpose of torture is not getting information. It's spreading fear.
heart writing reality
Reality is very, very contradictory, and so I try to write just perfecting what I see, what I read, what I feel, in a feel-thinking way. Not only giving ideas, or receiving ideas, or trying to explain something, but mainly feel-thinking, a feel-thinking language able to tie the heart and the mind, which have been divorced.
charity helping solidarity
Charity, vertical, humiliates. Solidarity, horizontal, helps.
greatness rainbow racism
The human rainbow had been mutilated by machismo, racism, militarism and a lot of other isms, who have been terribly killing our greatness, our possible greatness, our possible beauty.
victory gold empires
Our defeat was always implicit in the victory of others; our wealth has always generated our poverty by nourishing the prosperity of others - the empires and their native overseers. In the colonial and neocolonial alchemy, gold changes into scrap metal and food into poison.
devil clear feels
There are some writers who feel they are elected by God. I am not. I am elected by the devil - this is clear.
lying ignorance mouths
No history is mute. No matter how much they own it, break it, and lie about it, human history refuses to shut its mouth. Despite deafness and ignorance, the time that was continues to tick inside the time that is.