Colombians say, God made our land so beautiful it was unfair to the rest of the world. So to even the score, God populated the land with a race of evil men.
The lure of an imaginary land. Traveling somewhere that doesn’t exist. Of course I’m coming.
The dirty hand of man can go unnoticed in the city. Because his dirty hand made the city. But in this place, where innocence is a mineral in the soil, the filth of our touch is an apocalypse.
The truth of a man lies not in the land of his birth, but in his heart.
The best way to know if land is truly undiscovered is to seek words to describe it. When you can’t, you know it’s virgin land. Untouched by our dirty hands. To see it is to be silenced by it. Made speechless by its endless uniformity.
No matter how much we love it, the land will never love us back.
Land and silver is what all men desire and I’m no different.
If you want land or silver, you have to take it.
The land belongs to whoever can hold it.
When you land, try and land like an eight year-old. These bouncy castles are not designed for adults.[to Michael]
This is America. We don’t share land here.
Out here your cattle’s worth more than your land.[to Sarah]
