Americans Are Given The Sole

Do Not Shoot! I Am Che Guevara And Worth More To You Alive Than Dead.

It's Not My Fault If Reality Is Marxist

The Word That Most Perfectly Describes The City Of Cuzco Is Evocative. Intangible Dust Of Another Era Settles On Its Streets, Rising Like The Disturbed Sediment Of A Muddy Lake When You Touch Its Bottom.

Once Again I Feel Beneath My Heels The Ribs Of Rocinante. Once More, I'm On The Road With My Shield On My Arm.

It Is A Revolution That Came To Power With Its Own Army And On The Ruins Of The Army Of Oppression.