To the anonymous pyrate:
Greed upon greed upon greed upon the World Bank of the open sea, heart closed to justice, blind eye resisting all light. Death for glory and the jaundice of gold for health, in the settling of accounts between empires your prowess as thief of thieves makes port. Transnational wolf, foul vampire sucking our blood for the First World and on the reefs of clairvoyant profits. Mercenary of the God of Mistral, great-great grandfather of the Foreign Debt, ancestor of the IMF.
Pere Casaldàliga, unpublished, a small page in Todavía estas palabras.