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
remember let-me-go ifs
Remember me, even if it's only in a corner and secretly. Don't let me go.
thinking people wish
. . .sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?" “Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are.
needs electricity shock
Nobody knows much about women, not even Freud, not even women themselves. But it's like electricity: you don't need to know how it works to get a shock on the fingers.
dream
One mustn't dream of one's future; one must earn it.
waiting soul rust
Waiting is the rust of the soul.
book tradition passports
Books hold no passports. There's only one true literary tradition: the human.
dream book soul
Every book has a soul, the soul of the person who wrote it and the soul of those who read it and dream about it.
world looks virtuous
The most despicable humans are the ones who always feel virtuous and look down on the rest of the world.
life people lesson-learned
People tend to complicate their own lives, as if living weren't already complicated enough.
people disappear
People only disappear when they have somewhere to go
memories father book
Once, in my father's bookshop, I heard a regular customer say that few things leave a deeper mark on a reader than the first book that finds its way into his heart. Those first images, the echo of words we think we have left behind, accompany us throughout our lives and sculpt a palace in our memory to which, sooner or later—no matter how many books we read, how many worlds we discover, or how much we learn or forget—we will return.
truth long alive
that as long as we are being remembered, we remain alive.
song believe thinking
We think we understand a song's lyrics but what makes us believe in them, or not, is the music
men talking monologues
I'm not talking to anyone, I'm delivering a monologue. It's the inebriated man's prerogative.