The history of soccer is a sad voyage from beauty to duty. When the sport became an industry, the beauty that blossoms from the joy of play got torn out by its very roots.
From Eduardo Galeano
I remember that - you know, I didn't receive a formal education. I was educated in the Montevideo cafe, in the cafes of Montevideo. There, I received my first lessons in the art of telling stories, storytelling.
The technocracy of professional sport has managed to impose a soccer of lightning speed and brute strength: a soccer that negates joy, kills fantasy and outlaws daring.
I'm attracted to soccer's capacity for beauty. When well played, the game is a dance with a ball.
Each day has a story to - deserves to be told, because we are made of stories. I mean, scientists say that human beings are made of atoms, but a little bird told me that we are also made of stories.
Each time a new war is disclosed in the name of the fight of the good against evil, those who are killed are all poor. It's always the same story repeating once and again and again.
Disasters are called natural, as if nature were the executioner and not the victim.
Richness in the world is a result of other people's poverty. We should begin to shorten the abyss between haves and have-nots.
Most of wars or military coups or invasions are done in the name of democracy against democracy.
Indignation must always be the answer to indignity. Reality is not destiny.
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