Wednesday, February 6, 2019 at 11:53AM
Drew Wolfe

Miguel Ángel Asturias

Rise and demand; you are a burning flame.
You are sure to conquer there where the final horizon
Becomes a drop of blood, a drop of life,
Where you will carry the universe on your shoulders,
Where the universe will bear your hope.

In prison there's no bad, everything's worse. Worse bellyache, worse misery, worse sadness--the worst of the worst. Jailers and judges seem like people without reason, deranged. Compliance with rules and regulations which have nothing to do with reality turns them into madmen, at least they seem such to those not under the strange influence of the law.

However life treats you, as time goes by you always get the feeling you've lost life in the very living of it.

You might almost say that if it weren’t for me, Fortune wouldn’t exist, as I have even to take the part of the blind goddess in the lottery.

But, as I told you, nobody ever does a thing, and so naturally it is I, the President of the Republic, who has to do everything, and take all the blame as well. 


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