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The Air and the Wind

Sometimes I recognize myself in others. I recognize myself in those who will endure, friends who will shelter me, beautiful holy fools of justice and flying creatures of beauty and other bums and vagrants who walk the earth and will continue walking, just as the stars will continue in the night and the waves in the sea.

Then, when I recognize myself in them, I am in the air, coming to know myself as part of the wind.

Eduardo Galeano
The Book of Embraces

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    II

    What can I hold you with?

    I offer you lean streets, desperate sunsets, the moon of ragged suburbs.

    I offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked long and long at the lonely moon.

    I offer you my ancestors, my dead men, the ghosts that living men have honoured in marble: my father’s father killed in the frontier of Buenos Aires, two bullets through his lungs, bearded and dead, wrapped by his soldiers in the hide of a cow; my mother’s grandfather –just twenty four- heading a charged of three hundred men in Peru, now ghosts on vanished horses.

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    I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never been loyal.

    I offer you that kernel of myself that I have saved, somehow –the central heart that deals not in words, traffics not with dreams and is untouched by time, by joy, by adversities.

    I offer you the memory of yellow rose seen at sunset, years before you were born.

    I offer you explanations of yourself, theories about yourself, authentic and surprising news of yourself.

    I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart; I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.

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    Home is where one starts from

    T.S. Eliot

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