Porque los rayos del amor y del odio atraviesan de un salto la más espesas selvas y los ríos más hondos.

- Me asustas (...). Quien es capaz de amar con esa intensidad, puede odiar de la misma manera.

For the person who tortured me in jail. For the person who tortured the many of
my followers and killed them in jail, and the many other greater leaders than
me and their followers in jail, and for the men who jailed my supporters, I pray.
I don’t hate them. I love them as much as I love my closest loved ones, and I pray
for their guidance. My loves, you be this way too. It doesn’t help to hate. If you
hate, you pollute your own soul … Words cannot express how much I wish the
best for you. My foremost ambition for you is that you have hearts full of light,
thoughtfulness of God, and goodness, so much so that the devil has no space to
get into your hearts. I want you to be happy with yourselves, and for other people
to be happy with you, when you leave this life … May you be so good that rain
of mercy falls onto you. May this brother (Ahmad), that is so unworthy of your
love, also be so lucky.

I go about the world, hand outstretched, and in the stadiums I plead, 'A pretty move, for the love of God.' And when good football happens, I give thanks for the miracle, and I don't give a damn which team or country performs it.

I remember that - you know, I didn't receive a formal education. I was educated in the Montevideo cafe, in the cafes of Montevideo. There, I received my first lessons in the art of telling stories, storytelling.

We hated each other so well and loved each other so badly...