Quotes from Subcomandante Marcos

In that first blow to the deaf walls of those who have everything, the blood of our people, our blood, ran generously to wash away injustice. To live, we die. Our dead once again walked the way of truth. Our hope was fertilized with mud and blood.

We came to know each other in war, and in war we continue.

In previous armies, soldiers used their time to clean their weapons and stock up on ammunition. Our weapons are words, and we may need our arsenal at any moment.

In the end, the women can be very rebellious, and very capable and all of that, but if she depends on a man economically, she has few possibilities.

In addition to being extremely expensive, and we have to put up with the stupidities that the candidates repeat, it's really being decided elsewhere who will sit in the presidential seat.

We are nothing if we walk alone we are everything when we walk together in step with other dignified feet.

en los expedientes de la PGR, donde levantan los cargos contra los presuntos zapatistas, pusieron "La Candona".

Esto de la patria es algo difícil de explicar. Pero más difícil es comprender eso del amor a la patria. Por ejemplo, nos enseñaron que el amor a la patria es, por ejemplo, saludar a la bandera, ponerse a escuchar el himno nacional. Emborracharse a discreción cuando pierde la selección de futbol.

No es necesario conquistar el mundo. Basta con que lo hagamos de nuevo. Nosotros. Hoy.

The brutality of The Story of the Lion and the Mirror refracts the violence of this historical moment. The lion, intoxicated by the taste of blood, mistakes his own blood fort hat of the calf he wants to devour and ends up bleeding to death. We wonder if this story is perhaps a parable about how counterinsurgency fails: thinking it is consuming the blood of its enemy, the state bleeds itself out.

In reality, the pioneers of this transformation of the indigenous Zapatista woman are a merit of the women insurgents.

We are sorry for the inconvenience, but this is a revolution.

In our dreams we have seen another world, an honest world, a world decidedly more fair than the one in which we now live. We saw that in this world there was no need for armies; peace, justice and liberty were so common that no one talked about them as far-off concepts, but as things such as bread, birds, air, water, like book and voice.

I shit on all the revolutionary vanguards of this planet

In the cabaret of globalization, the state shows itself as a table dancer that strips off everything until it is left with only the minimum indispensable garments: the repressive force.

As to whether Marcos is gay: Marcos is gay in San Francisco, black in South Africa, an Asian in Europe, a Chicano in San Ysidro, an anarchist in Spain, a Palestinian in Israel, a Mayan Indian in the streets of San Cristobal,… a Jew in Germany, a Gypsy in Poland, a Mohawk in Quebec, a pacifist in Bosnia, a single woman on the Metro at 10pm, a peasant without land, a gang member in the slums, an unemployed worker, an unhappy student and, of course, a Zapatista in the mountains.

We were born between blood and gunpowder; and between blood and gunpowder we were raised. Every so often the powerful from other lands came to rob us of tomorrow. For this reason it was written in a war song that unites us: "If a foreigner with his step ever dares to profane your land, think, Oh beloved motherland, that heaven gave you a soldier in each son." For this reason we fought. With flags and different languages the foreigner came to conquer us. He came and he went.

The prophecy is here: When the storm calms, when rain and fire again leave the country in peace, the world will no longer be the world, but something better.

But I'll tell you more about that later... or maybe I won't, because some wounds just don't heal even if you talk them out. On the contrary, the more you dress them up in words, the more they bleed.

il domani potrà albeggiare solo con una certa dose di delirio e di follia.

This wind will come from the mountains. It is already being born under the trees and is conspiring for a new world, so new that it is barely an intuition in the collective heart that inspired it...

Los soldados mexicanos se empiezan a pregun-tar qué hacen persiguiendo mexicanos, dónde quedaron la Patria y su historia, dónde el honor y la verguenza...

Di certo esistono almeno due cose al di sopra di ogni frontiera. Una è il crimine che, travesito da modernità, distribuisce la miseria su scala mondiale; l'altra è la speranza che la vergogna esista solo quando sbagliamo un passo di danza e non ogni volta che ci guardiamo allo specchio. Per porre fine al primo e far fiorire la seconda bisogna solo lottare ed essere migliore. Il resto viene da sé e in genere è quello che va a riempire le biblioteche e i musei.

aspettare come di solito si aspettano il mare e il grano, sapendo che arriveranno, perché non se ne sono mai andati davvero.