"Old Antonio shot a mountain lion (which is still very similar to the American puma) with his old chimba (gun fires). I had mocked his gun days before: "From these weapons used when Hernan Cortes conquered Mexico," he said. He defended himself: "Yes, but look now in the hands of someone who is." Now he was taking the last pulling flesh from the skin for tanning. I shows off the skin. It has no hole. "At the very eye," he boasts. "It's the only way to skin for signs of abuse," he adds. "And what to do with skin?" I ask. The old Antonio does not answer me, still scraping the skin of a lion with machete in silence. I sit beside him and, after filling the pipe, try prepare a cigarette with "bender." Tend it without words, he examines it and rolled back. "You're missing," she says as she returns to shape. We sat down together to participate in the ceremony of smoking.
between sucks and sucks, old Antonio is spinning the story:
"The lion is strong because the animals are weak. The lion eats the flesh of others because the others are left to eat. The lion does not kill with claws or fangs. The lion kills watching. First is moved slowly ... in silence, because it clouds on the legs and will kill the noise. Then jump and gives a romp to his victim, pulling his fist, rather than by force, surprise.
After just stared. He looks at his prey. So ... (and old Antonio wrinkle his brow and stares me black). The poor animal was going to die just stares, looks at the lion looks at him. The animal is no longer the same, look what the lion looks, look at the image of the animal in the eyes of the lion, see that, in looking at the lion, is small and weak. The animal and thought if it is small and weak, was as an animal, neither large nor small, neither strong nor weak. But now look at the look of the lion, looks of fear. And, seeing that they look, the animal is convinced he alone, that is small and weak. And, in fear looking to see what the lion is afraid. And then the animal and looks nothing, you numb the bones and when we grab the water on the mountain at night in the cold. And then the animal gives up just like that, left, and the lion zampa it without penalty. That kills the lion. Mata looking. But there is an animal that does so, that when they cover the lion ignores him and continues like that, and if the lion swipes, he replies with a single blow with his hands, which are tiny but painful blood removed. And this animal does not let the lion because it does not look look ... is blind. "Moles" tell those animals. "
seems that the old Antonio finished speaking. I venture a "yes, but ...." The old Antonio will not let me continue, still telling the story while building another cigarette. It does so slowly, turning to me every so often to see if I'm paying attention.
"The bullet went blind because instead of looking out, he began to look the heart is not easy to look inward. And no one knows what became of the bullet in his head that of looking inward. And there is a fool looking mole in the heart and then do not worry about strong or weak, big or small, because the heart is the heart and not measured as things are measured and animals. And that's looking to within only could the gods, and the gods punished the bullet and let him look no further pa'fuera and condemned him to live and walk underground. That is why the mole lives under the ground, because the gods punished him. And the mole or penalty was because he kept looking inside. And so the mole is not afraid of the lion. And neither is afraid of the lion looking man who knows the heart.
For the man who can look the heart does not see the strength of the lion, is the strength of his heart and then looks at the lion and the lion looks at him he looks at the man and the lion looks at the look of a man who is only a lion and the lion looks that look and afraid and run. "
"And you looked at his heart to kill this lion?" Interrupt. He answers. "Me? N'ombre, I watched the aim of chimba and the eye of the lion and shot right there ... the heart and I thought ... "I scratch my head like, as I learned, do this every time you do not understand something.
Old Antonio is incorporated slowly, making the skin and carefully examined. I then rolled and delivery. "Here," he says. "I'll give to never forget that the lion and the fear of killing them knowing where to look ..." The old Antonio turns around and goes to his hut. In the language of old Antonio that means. "I'm done. Goodbye. " I got into a nylon bag the lion's skin and went ...
Subcomandante Marcos Antonio Old
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