Felipe González

“Without money there is no lasting imagination in this city!”

“We know well that there is poverty in Latin America, beyond the beauty of our nations.”

“For me, the important thing is still the people.”

“Current school education in the United States is so bad that the only thing they got in 2025 was a bad Trump.”

“That apartment was the only property he truly owned—his own as much as a rental can be.”

“Probably, the eccentricities of those who visited the establishment meant nothing to him, especially if they were accompanied by a generous tip.”

“Overcome by that mix of cowardice and curiosity typical of 1980s horror movies, where we all knew the protagonists shouldn’t go that way, he knew he shouldn’t look—but he did.”

“Los Prisioneros were always right: for the 'gringos,' Latin America is still just one country south of the United States.”

“The biggest mistake of the average wage earner is forgetting that no company has or will ever have a human heart.”

“In the end, it's just everyday life and forgetting, because there's nothing fantastic about people having to die every day.”

“…the Moon is there, up above, still, shining, hiding every wound that time has marked her body.”

“Neofascism dresses up in makeup, glamour, and pure spectacle.”

“She was such a beautiful, delicate apparition that she was on the verge of reciting a verse by Huidobro or Neruda right there, dedicated, by the way, to the little rose.”

“Bad education aren't just a problem for those at the bottom or in the middle; they're also a problem for those at the top, who are certain of their untouchability.”

“The moon is red, sensing the future, it has dressed up for its gala, or the Devil has decorated it.”

“Pedestrians, passersby, civilians, citizens, couples, singles, children of God, move from side to side, miserable in their ignorance.”

“…the stories already published acquire, over the years, a different value than they had at their genesis: whether for better or for worse.”

“Such was his desire that when he mentioned that El Lazarillo was the work of an anonymous author, all he could imagine was how much he would now wish to become that absolute ANON.”

“Latin American government decisions, in general terms, discourage the development of the arts, turning artists into true martyrs of a cause, creating a vicious cycle in which ordinary people fail to notice the importance of cultural development, focusing on money as the axis of their lives.”