"I was born a long way from here. With this strange language, I can only construct simple sentences. I can only say that the sky is blue, that the sea is blue, that the sun heats the earth, that my house was white, that my land was fertile; that the scars on my hands were worth the trouble. However, I know very well that experiences are gained haphazardly, that growing old makes me forget certain things: that the trees have grown too quickly, and that their branches prevent me from seeing the blue of the sky as described in books." 

Francisco Ruiz de Infante