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"I, who have a youth full of voices, of lightning bolts, of living
arteries, moored to my muscles, alert to how my blood runs and weeps, to
how my anxieties crowd each other like bitter seas or like dense tombs of
sleeplessness, I hear all cries joining together a forest of close cramped
hearts; I hear what we are still saying today, all that we shall yet be
saying, point first above our grave throbbing, from the mouths of the
trees, from the mouth of the land." Jose' Revueltas. Canto Irrevocable.


Cheeky PS.

I forgot, you also asked: "How many trees has Marcos planted?" I answer
you: Without counting the little orange tree that graces the doors of the
EZLN General Command, one could say that I have only planted one other
tree. It is a very odd tree. Not just because its planting has required
the support of thousands of men and women for several generations. Not
just because its nurture involves much pain and, it is only fair to say,
many smiles. No, Senor Dehesa, the tree we are planting here is odd
because it is a tree for everyone, for those who have not yet been born,
for those whom we do not know, for those who will be when we have been
lost behind the corner of any calendar.

When our tree grows, under its shade will sit the great and small, whites
and darks and red and the red and the blue, indigenous and mestizo, men
and women, the tall and the short, without those differences mattering,
and, above all, without any of them feeling less or worse or ashamed for
being as they are. Under that tree there will be respect for the other,
dignity (which does not mean arrogance), justice and liberty. If I were
pushed to define that tree briefly, I would tell you that it is a tree of
hope.

If, some morning on the map of Chiapas, instead of an immense green area
broken up by the blue lines of rivers and streams, signs of oil wells are
seen, and uranium mines, casinos, exclusive residential areas and military
bases, then that will mean that those soldiers, who you say are caring for
the Selva Lacandona, will have won. It will not mean that we have lost,
just that we are taking longer to win than we had thoughtÖ

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HAWAI`I VIDEO Catalog
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Hawaii's Last Queen : The American Experience
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E iho ana o luna
E pi'i ana o lalo
E hui ana na moku
E ku ana ka paia

That which is above shall be brought down
That which is below shall be lifted up
The islands shall be united
The walls shall stand upright

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