"Los dolores que nos quedan, son las libertades que nos faltan."
Manifiesto de la reforma universitaria de 1918.
Ciudad de Buenos Aires.
"...little by little I could begin to enjoy the unprecedented colors and plays of shapes that persisted behind my closed eyes. Kaleidoscopic, fantastic images surged in on me, alternating, variegated, opening and then closing themselves in circles and spirals, exploding in colored fountains, rearranging and hybridizing themselves in constant flux..."