I Am Not A Historian. I Am

The World Is Becoming An Immense Military Base, And That Base Is Becoming A Mental Hospital The Size Of The World. Inside The Nuthouse, Which Ones Are Crazy?

A Pretty Move, For The Love Of God.

This Work Is A Torture On The Rump But A Joy To The Heart.

We Latins Are Known For Jabbering On.

I Remember That - You Know, I Didnt 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.