“Imagine that with my hands I loose the hair and desire of an answer, that I hang a sigh to its ear, and, meanwhile, my lips go up and down its hills, to understand that the world is as big as the thirst I have of its heart.
That the world is so big that we can make another world, big as the ear needed to hear all the voices from the excluded, the forgotten, the ones below. The world is big as this collective eagerness of swimming counter-current, uniting rebellions. Breaking with separatist solitudes that high classes impose.
The world is as big as the plant of indignation we carry today; as big as the flower that will bloom tomorrow.”
- words of Sub-comandante Marcos in Puebla
