I wander daily searching for the self. The one I’m afraid I’ll never meet.
In 1773 the earth trembled from hunger and over the course of a few days it devoured the city now called Antigua, which for more than two centuries had ruled Guatemala and the entire region of Central America.
In religious festivals Antigua rises from its ruins. Its streets become carpets of flowers patterned as suns and fruits and birds of great plumage. No one can tell whether the feet walking on them are celebrating the coming birth of Jesus or the rebirth of the city.
Local people weave these street gardens—to makE Antigua immortal as long as the fiesta lasts.
In the year 2009, the Brazilian government told Paulo Freire it was sorry. He was unable to acknowledge the apology since he had been dead for twelve years.
Paulo was the prophet of education for action.
In the beginning he taught classes under a tree. He taught thousands upon thousands of sugar workers in Pernambuco to read and write, so they could read the world and help to change it.
The military dictatorship arrested him, threw him out of the country and forbade his return.
In exile, Paulo wandered the world. The more he taught, the more he learned.
Today, three hundred and forty Brazilian schools bear his name.The Man Who Taught By Learning (Eduardo Galeano)
Sometimes I drift away
in dreams of yesterday. But,
Men like me are never free.
With all my tomorrows
in yesterday sorrow…
The Lower East Side
is taking my life
I fight to leave,
I fight to stay.
Lower East Side
taking my life away.
Not one damn block
belongs to me,
not one damn brick!