Carlos Ruiz
Carlos Ruiz
Carlos Humberto Ruiz Gutiérrez, initially nicknamed El Pescaditobut gradually known as just Pescado or "Fish", is a Guatemalan footballer who plays for Municipal of Guatemala...
ProfessionBaseball Player
Date of Birth22 January 1979
CityDavid, Panama
important remembered
Nothing important is learned; it is simply remembered.
evil greed world
There was no more good or evil in this world than we imagine there to be, either out of greed or out of innocence. Or sometimes madness.
ideas stupidity excess
It seems that in the advanced stages of stupidity, a lack of ideas is compensated for by an excess of ideologies.
book past destiny
Delving into the past had unveiled a cruel lesson - that in the book of life it is perhaps best not to turn back pages; it was a path on which, whatever direction we took, we'd never be able to choose our own destiny.
dream sweet blood
A writer never forgets the first time he accepted a few coins or a word of praise in exchange for a story. He will never forget the sweet poison of vanity in his blood and the belief that, if he succeeds in not letting anyone discover his lack of talent, the dream of literature will provide him with a roof over his head, a hot meal at the end of the day, and what he covets the most: his name printed on a miserable piece of paper that surely will outlive him. A writer is condemned to remember that moment, because from then on he is doomed and his soul has a price.
heart broken scratches
Do you know the best thing about broken hearts? They can only really break once the rest is just scratches.
art blood literature
Literature, at least good literature, is science tempered with the blood of art. Like architecture or music.
rain towers gutters
The rain was still crashing down, angrily machine-gunning the large windows; it poured through the gutters up in the tower and funneled along the flat roof, sounding like footsteps on the ceiling.
army four-horsemen-of-the-apocalypse wind
Army, Marriage, the Church, and Baking: the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse. Fermin Romero de Torres - The Shadow of the Wind.
summer powerful fall
That afternoon the sky was scattered with black clouds galloping in from the sea and clustering over the city. Flashes of lightening echoed on the horizon and a charged warm wind smelling of dust announced a powerful summer storm. When I reached the station I noticed the first few drops, shiny and heavy, like coins falling from heaven...Night seemed to fall suddenly, interrupted only by the lightning now bursting over the city, leaving a trail of noise and fury.
hate character race
It is difficult to hate an idea. That requires a certain intellectual discipline and a slightly obsessive, sick mind. There aren’t too many of those. It’s much easier to hate someone with a recognizable face whom we can blame for everything that makes us feel uncomfortable. It doesn’t have to be an individual character. It could be a nation, a race, a group. . .anything.
eye becoming ends
You end up becoming someone you see in the eyes of those you love.
book glasses mirrors
As I walked, I ran my fingers along the spines of hundreds of books. I let myself be imbued with the smell, with the light that filtered through the cracks or from the glass lanterns embedded in the wooden structure, floating among mirrors and shadows.
fear common-sense scared
Don't be afraid of being scared. To be afraid is a sign of common sense. Only complete idiots are not afraid of anything.