HUMANS NEED FRIENDSHIP/ Romain Gary
We need all the dogs, all the cats, all the canaries, and all the creatures we can find. He suddenly spat on the ground forcefully. Then he said, with his head lowered, as if he dared not look at the stars: “Humans need friendship.”
The defeated returning migrant/ Luis Mateo Diez
The internal canon of his gaze and memory had been erased in the long years of absence, and to this had contributed the conviction that Celama represented nothing else, beyond nostalgia and abandonment, than a misty past full of uncertainties and suffering. The peace of the Plain was more precisely the peace of poverty, and in the tired observation of the defeated returning migrant, it was disorder that structured those towns forsaken by God.
