Neruda & Galeano Write...

"Anyone who does not read Corta'zar is doomed. Not to read him is a serious invisible disease which in time can have terrible consequences. Something similar to a man who has never tasted peaches. He would quietly become sadder, noticeably paler, and probably, little by little, he would lose his hair."

"While writing words that loved people, Julio Corta'zar was making his own journey, a journey backward through the tunnel of time. He was traveling from the end to the beginning from discouragement to enthusiasm, from indifference to passion, from solitariness to solidarity. At almost seventy, he was a child of all ages at once.

A bird who flew toward the egg, Corta'zar went forward by going back, year after year day after day, toward the embrace of lovers who make the love that makes them. And now he dies, now he enters the earth, like a man who, entering a woman, returns to the place he comes from."