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“When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

“Every poem is an infant labored into birth and I am drenched with sweating effort, tired from the pain and hurt of being a man, in the poem I transform myself into a woman.”
― Jimmy Santiago Baca

“It was the pure Language of the World.It required no explanation,just as the universe needs none as it travels through endless time.What the boy felt at the moment was that he was in the presence of the only woman in his life,and that,with no need for words,she recognized the same thing.he was more certain of it than of anything in the world.He had been told by his parents and grandparents that he must fall in love and really know a person before being committed.But maybe people who felt that way had never learned the universal language,it's easy to understand that someone in the world awaits you,whether it's in the middle of the desert or in some great city.And when two such people encounter each other,and their eyes meet,the past and the future become unimportant.There is only that moment,and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only.It is the hand that evokes love,and creates a twin soul for every person in the world.Without such love,one's dreams would have no meaning.

Maktub,thought the boy.”
― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

“Libertad, libertad, libertad. A Santiago se le revolvían las tripas. Esa gente no sabia nada de libertad. Don Pascual tenía razón, las palabras estaban hechas de aire. La libertad, en cambio, estaba hecha de carne y sangre...”
― Gabriela Margall, Los que esperan la lluvia

“The world speaks many languages, the boy thought”
― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

“Esto sí era rescatar ("liberar de un peligro, daño, trabajo, molestia, opresión,etc.", según el DRAE). No lo que el norte de Europa ha hecho hoy con ese sur al que tanto deben, aunque ya lo hayan olvidado. Rescatar no es eso, pero hay ±è´Ç±ôí³Ù¾±³¦´Ç²õ que torturan a las palabras hasta hacerles confesar significados que no tienen.”
― Santiago Posteguillo

“Santiago de Cuba

In 1553, Santiago was first invaded and plundered by the French. They were followed by the British, led by Sir Christopher Myngs, a British officer in the Royal Navy, who served under the leadership of Oliver Cromwell, an infamous buccaneer. Cromwell promoted Myngs to the rank of Admiral and ordered him to the Caribbean in 1656, where he was responsible for looting Spanish settlements and conquering the island of Jamaica from the Spanish. During his career Myngs was also responsible for spawning the privateering career of Henry Morgan.

The British considered Myngs an Admiral, but to the Spanish he was a pirate when he broke through the strong Spanish defenses of Santiago de Cuba to plunder and sack the city. Santiago had lost its status as the capital of Cuba when the seat of power was moved to Havana in 1589, but many people to this day, feel it is still the capital city when it comes to culture. Of course, anyone from La Habana would strongly disagree with this! Carnival is the predominant pageant in the city because it relates to the Afro-Cuban beliefs rather than Christianity. It also occurs in July instead of February. The large number of Afro-Cubans in Santiago were responsible for bringing in much of the African culture found in eastern Cuba. Many of these people practice Santería, a syncretic religion that had emerged from different West African beliefs and was brought to Cuba from Haiti.”
― Captain Hank Bracker

“El mapocho es hediendo, está lleno de caca y de muertos, lo sé, pero dicen que al final se encuentra el mar.”
― Nona Fernández, Mapocho

“El pasado tiene la clave. Es un libro abierto con todas las respuestas. Basta mirarlo, revisar sus páginas y abrir los ojos con cuidado para caer en cuenta. El pasado es un lastre de que no hay como librarse. Es mejor adoptarlo, darle un nombre, aguacharlo bien aguachado bajo el brazo, porque de lo contrario pena como un ánima con los rostros inesperados.”
― Nona Fernández, Mapocho