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<\/p>\n[:es]San Crist\u00f3bal de las Casas, Chiapas. 10 de diciembre de 2014.
\nPor: Eugenia Guti\u00e9rrez
\nRadio Zapatista<\/p>\n
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ALEXANDER<\/p>\n
Permite, muchacho, que te dirija unas palabras nuevas. Rec\u00edbelas con la frescura de tus a\u00f1os. Adm\u00edtelas sin resquemor. Son un breve saludo de quien te conoce sin haberte conocido porque te encuentra en la memoria de un pueblo lacerado, porque te identifica en la indignaci\u00f3n de un planeta unido este d\u00eda en favor de sus derechos elementales. Son, adem\u00e1s, una petici\u00f3n y una propuesta.<\/p>\n
T\u00fa no sabes de m\u00ed, as\u00ed que me presento. Soy cualquier madre mexicana de un estudiante y profesor tan decidido y joven como t\u00fa, tan futbolero como t\u00fa. Soy cualquier maestra que se emociona nerviosa frente a cincuenta pares de miradas inquietas como la tuya. Te escribo desde mi privilegio de persona completamente viva en una patria cementerio. Me siento a redactar este mensaje en una naci\u00f3n herida por gobiernos mort\u00edferos. Me dirijo a ti porque tu familia y tus compa\u00f1eros informan que te has ido, que unas manos asesinas te han interrumpido la vida. Escucho en voz de tu padre Ezequiel que ya acompa\u00f1as a Delia, tu madre. Leo, despu\u00e9s, que te lloran tus hermanas, tus hermanos. Pero inexplicablemente sigues aqu\u00ed. Tan aqu\u00ed como el Chilango, el Julio C\u00e9sar, el Daniel, como Gabriel y Jorge Alexis, como una mujer, un hombre y un deportista que, se supone, se marcharon. Tus palabras se aglutinan coherentes en el facebook de tus compas y nos anuncias que sigues aqu\u00ed. Tan aqu\u00ed como el Andr\u00e9s y el Aldo, pero ya sin tanto dolor. Observo tu rostro que me mira desde los brazos erguidos por las avenidas. Miro tu rostro que me observa desde las butacas que ocupas en auditorios, conferencias y coloquios. Te acompa\u00f1an cuarenta y dos amigos que, a golpe de silencios, toman uno por uno la palabra.<\/p>\n
Quiero pedirte algo, colega. Te escribo desde mi privilegio de profesora que nunca durmi\u00f3 en el piso para poder estudiar. T\u00fa y yo nacimos bajo el mismo cielo, forjados por la misma historia. Durante diecinueve a\u00f1os caminamos sin encontrarnos sobre la misma tierra, la de un l\u00e1baro tricolor que va perdiendo su equilibrio. En esa tierra, en sus monta\u00f1as majestuosas y sus aguas anta\u00f1o cristalinas, se amontonan por centenares de miles otras vidas arrebatadas. T\u00fa lo sabes. Tus compa\u00f1eros normalistas, tambi\u00e9n. Por algo escogieron educar en las escuelas donde estudia la infancia m\u00e1s pobre, esa que aqu\u00ed puede morir incinerada. Por algo todos ustedes viven recordando a otros ca\u00eddos. Pero me dirijo a ti, Alexander, porque un destino inexplicable te eligi\u00f3 para sacudir letargos en este M\u00e9xico tan lastimado. Quiero pedirte que nos ayudes a sembrar en verde y blanco todas esas vidas desarticuladas para as\u00ed mermar este dominio del rojo que nos intoxica. Ens\u00e9\u00f1anos a cosechar esas vidas en sierras que vuelvan a ser madres, a refrescarlas en lagos ancestrales, a pronunciarlas en desiertos imperturbables, sin alaridos. Me atrevo a ped\u00edrtelo porque ya conoces el fuego, el aire y el agua que te regresan a la tierra que cultiva tu padre, porque te desenvuelves \u00e1gil en ese polvo de estrellas que fuimos, en el que somos y seremos.<\/p>\n
Por \u00faltimo, maestro, una propuesta. La escribo desde mi privilegio de mujer que todav\u00eda no ha sido violentada, ni torturada, ni cortada en esta regi\u00f3n feminicidio. Ya no le hablo al muchacho sino al hombre. Te propongo que luchemos juntos por una reconstrucci\u00f3n inmediata de nuestros derechos desmenuzados. Que asumas con donaire este papel de luz inextinguible que la historia te asign\u00f3 para que permanezcas inc\u00f3lume al lado de quienes te piensan y te sienten. Acudo a tu memoria, Alexander, porque recordarte nos reconstituye, nos acuerpa, porque nos reacomoda el \u00e1nimo descoyuntado y nos redelimita, porque tus amigos te llaman \u201cLa Roca\u201d. D\u00e9janos aglomerarnos en torno a tu presencia para que desaparezcan las ausencias agobiantes que produce este sistema genocida.<\/p>\n
Hasta ah\u00ed mi petici\u00f3n y mi propuesta. Me despido sin hacerlo y me preparo, contigo, para lo que venga. Espero que mis palabras no te incomoden. Ac\u00e9ptalas ahora que nos conocemos tan dispuestos a habitar un pa\u00eds y un planeta de libertades merecidas.<\/p>\n
No olvidamos, Alexander. No olvidemos.<\/p>\n
Respetuosamente,<\/p>\n
Eugenia.<\/p>\n
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[:en]San Crist\u00f3bal de las Casas, Chiapas. 10 December 2014.
\nBy: Eugenia Guti\u00e9rrez
\nRadio Zapatista<\/p>\n
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ALEXANDER<\/p>\n
Allow me, young man, to address you with new words. Receive them with the freshness of your age. Welcome them without restraint. They are a brief greeting from someone who knows you without having met you, because she finds you in the memory of a wounded people, because she identifies you in the indignation of a planet united today in favor of its basic rights. They are, additionally, a request and a proposal.<\/p>\n
You don\u2019t know about me, so let me introduce myself. I am any Mexican mother of a student and teacher as determined and young as yourself, as enthusiastic about soccer as yourself. I am any teacher who is excited and nervous in front of fifty pairs of restless eyes like yours. I write to you from my privilege of someone who is fully alive in a graveyard nation. I sit down to write this message in a nation wounded by deadly governments. I write to you because your family and colleagues inform us that you have departed, that murderous hands have cut your life short. I hear in the voice of your father Ezequiel that you are already at the side of your mother Delia. I then read that your sisters and brothers weep. But, inexplicably, you are still here. As here as Chilango, as Julio C\u00e9sar, as Daniel, as Gabriel and Jorge Alexis, as a woman, a man, and a sportsman who have presumably departed. Your words gather coherently in your colleagues\u2019 facebooks and they inform us that you\u2019re still here. As here as Andr\u00e9s and Aldo, but no longer in so much pain. I watch your face looking at me from the raised arms in the avenues. I watch your face looking at me from the seats you occupy in auditoriums, conferences, and colloquiums. With you are forty-two friends who, with the force of silence, speak up one by one.<\/p>\n
I want to ask you something, dear colleague. I write to you from my privilege as a professor who never slept on the floor to be able to study. You and I were born under the same sky, forged by the same history. For nineteen years, we walked without meeting on the same land, that of a tricolor banner that is losing its balance. On this land, with its majestic mountains and formerly crystal-clear waters, hundreds of thousands of other shattered lives pile up. You know it. Your colleagues know it too. Not for nothing did they choose to get an education in the schools where the poorest children study, those who can die incinerated. Not for nothing are all of you always remembering the fallen. But I write to you, Alexander, because an unexplainable fate chose you to shake up lethargies in this wounded Mexico. I want to ask you to help us sow in green and white all those disjointed lives in sierras that may once again become mothers, to refresh them in ancestral lakes, to pronounce them in immutable deserts, without screams. I dare ask you this because you\u2019ve already met the fire, the air, and the water that will take you back to the land sowed by your father, because you move around nimbly in the stardust we once were, we are and will be again.<\/p>\n
Finally, dear teacher, a proposal. I write it from my privilege as a woman who has not yet been raped, nor tortured, nor cut down in this region of femicides. I no longer speak to the youth; I speak to the man. I propose to you that we struggle together for the immediate reconstruction of our shredded rights. That you gracefully assume the role of inextinguishable light assigned to you by history, that you remain unscathed beside those who think you and feel you. I resort to your memory, Alexander, because remembering you reconstitutes us, strengthens us, because it rearranges our unhinged will and gives us new boundaries, because your friends call you \u201cThe Rock.\u201d Let us gather around your presence so that the burdensome absences produced by this genocidal system may disappear.<\/p>\n
Those are my request and my proposal. I bid you farewell without doing it and I prepare myself, with you, for whatever is to come. I hope my words do not bother you. Accept them now that we feel so determined to inhabit a country and a planet of well-deserved freedoms.<\/p>\n
We do not forget, Alexander. Let us not forget.<\/p>\n
With respect,<\/p>\n
Eugenia.<\/p>\n
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