Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right As the other fellow has To stand On my two feet And own the land. I tire so of hearing people say, Let things take their course. Tomorrow is another day. I do not need my freedom when I’m dead. I cannot live on tomorrow’s bread. Freedom Is a strong seed Planted In a great need. I live here, too. I want freedom Just as you.
Do not seek too much fame, but do not seek obscurity. Be proud. But do not remind the world of your deeds. Excel when you must, but do not excel the world. Many heroes are not yet born, many have already died. To be alive to hear this song is a victory.
We gently caress you, the Earth, our planet and our home.
Our vision has brought us closer to you, making us aware of the harm we have done to the life-network upon which we ourselves depend.
We are reminded that we have poisoned your waters, your lands, your air.
We have filled you with the bones of our dead from war and greed.
Your pain is our pain.
Touching you gently, we pray that we may become peace-bringers and life-bringers so that our home in its journey around the Sun not become a sterile and lonely place.
May this prayer and its power last forever.
~ Sensei Ulrich, Manitoba Buddhist Temple 3
“Diego is neither defeatist or sad. He is primarily a researcher, a builder, but on top of everything, an architect. No matter whether his composition is a painting, a house, or an argument.” ~ Frida Kahlo
“It is said that revolution doesn’t need art, but that art needs a revolution. That is not true. Revolution needs a revolutionary art.” ~ Diego Rivera
“Perhaps you are writing to hear my laments about how much one suffers living with a man like Diego. But I do not believe that the banks of a river suffer by letting it run.” ~ Frida Kahlo
“I knew the battlefield of suffering was reflected in my eyes. From then on I started to look directly into the lens, without blinking, without smiling, determined to show that I would be a good fighter until the end. ” ~Frida Kahlo