Antonio dreams that the land he works belongs to him, he dreams that his sweat is paid with justice and truth, he dreams that there is a school to cure ignorance and medicine to scare away death, he dreams that his house is illuminated and his table is full, he dreams that his land is free and that it is the reason for his people to govern and govern themselves, he dreams that he is at peace with himself and with the world. He dreams that he must fight to have that dream, he dreams that he must have died for there to be life. Antonio dreams and wakes up… Now he knows what to do and sees his wife crouching down to stir the stove, he hears his son crying, he looks at the sun greeting the east, and he sharpens his machete while smiling. A wind rises and stirs everything, he gets up and walks to meet others. Something has told him that his desire is a desire for much and he is going to find them.
The viceroy dreams that his land is shaken by a terrible wind that lifts everything, he dreams that what he stole is taken from him, he dreams that his house is destroyed and that the government he ruled is collapsing. He dreams and does not sleep. The viceroy does not rest, he goes to his doctors and together they decide that it is Indian witchcraft and together they decide that only with blood will he be freed from this spell and the viceroy orders people to kill and imprison and builds more prisons and barracks and the dream continues to keep him awake.
In this country everyone dreams. It's time to wake up.
Taken from: Tales of Old Antonio. Insurgent Sub-commander Marcos.
The title is a paragraph from the fifth chapter of “Chiapas: The Southeast in Two Winds, a Storm and a Prophecy.”
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