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
love wine kissing
We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine.
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.
soccer sports running
The fiesta of soccer, a feast for the legs that play and the eyes that watch, is much more than a big business run by overlords from Switzerland. The most popular sport in the world wants to serve the people who embrace it.
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.
thinking messi
I like Messi because he doesn't think he is Messi.
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.
men spinning-around air
The tree of life knows that, whatever happens, the warm music spinning around it will never stop. However much death may come, however much blood may flow, the music will dance men and women as long as the air breaths them and the land plows and loves them.