In the world there was bad people, very bad people, so bad that their badness emerged from their bodies and started walking like a ghost. That when good people had a bad dream, a nightmare, they were not dreaming a dream, but that they were dreaming someone else’s dream. In this sense, there is no reason to be afraid of nightmares because what we have to understand is that it is not our dream. And that precisely, it is a nightmare the world we live in, where, as indigenous communities, we were not seen, considered, nor heard. Someone could be born, grow, die and no one will notice, even their name.
But there was one dream of justice: that the world was fair, plane, that there was light on the table and food for the word. That people laughed and sang and danced because the world was even and there was no up or down.
We often forget this dream, we will not remember it until we see it come true.
- words of Don Antonio
