Terra Nostra - pg. 727

"...No, in the end we are all the children of Mexico, because only by hatred can one measure of its love. Bells are tolling on the hill. Can you hear them, Maxl? Can you understand they are attempting to overcome the roar of the Mexican sun, the weeping of guns, the sighs of prayers, and the trembling of that dry land? Give me back the body of my beloved."