Pafnucio Santo Page #2

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in the thirds of Flanders, Don Hernando Corts,...

armed wing of the Holy Catholic Church,...

living mirror of the noble traditions of the kingdoms of Len, Castilla, Navarre, and Asturias,...

witness the exploits of the Cid and Fernan Gonzalez, Don Hernando Corts,

conqueror of the natives of these heathen lands like beasts, introducer of the faith,...

Don Hernando Corts, awaits you, in a humble way, the person who asked to meet you.

Hail, Pafnucio the Great. I know you come from far away...

to these lands,...

Amazing! Which I managed to conquer.

The landscape you see belongs to His Majesty...

Just ask these captains.

What, are you announcing the coming of a new Redeemer?

Faith has just been introduced in these lands.

And you, man! You want to it change all at once!

If my friars listen to you, they'll break your heart and bones.

I like you, damnit! I swear to God it's true!

If you join us, my people will make you a lord here.

F***, I'm not lying! Speak up, bastard, answer me!

Sir Don Hernando Corts, captain of the armies of his Catholic Majesty,...

and emissary of the Cross of the Divine Redeemer...

I demand you bring me into the presence of Doa Marina, your mistress,...

who is the reason for my presence.

Sadly for me, Pafnucio.

I would have been pleased to be the child's mother.

My people were destroyed by the sword and by the faith.

The Messiah you offer has nothing for us.

The beautiful cities...

shaped up for centuries,...

now lie in the dust...

sodden with tears.

Your Messiah, Pafnucio,...

is king of other cities...

but not of these ruins.

Your Messiah, He is not ours.

Beloved Lady,...

accept the Messiah that heaven sends.

From the beginning of time, I came looking for you...

on behalf of the crying Indian's request.

The Gods of this land...

are already buried.

All that's left to me is to mourn...

with such suffering...the pain of my race.

Return, Pafnucio!

We are money...We are pleasure!

I won't be your slave to bind the people...

or the men who suffer.

I will vanquish you...!

Vanquish!...Vanquish...!

Looking for Patricia Kane!

Extra, extra, Patricia Kane kidnapped! Extra, extra!

Extra, extra, Patricia Kane joined her kidnappers! Extra, extra!

"Patricia Kane alive or dead"

Extra, extra, Patricia Kane sought, dead or alive! Extra, extra!

I'm Patricia! So what?

Tell me, kid,...

What's your advantage about me being the mother of the child...who you offer me?

Don't come for blowj*bs.

I've already declared war...

Give me righteous waves, and no wimpy children.

Don't reject him, are you drugged up?

The Messiah wants you to be his beloved mother.

How can you ask me to bear the brat?

I'm rotten, rotten...

as is all my race.

I implore you to conceive a child...

and that, after 9 months, you eject him into the world.

I can't bear children!

Your beauty is radiant motherhood,...

your belly is chosen to bear the Prodigy.

~ Leave me alone!

~ You must!

Leave me alone! I'm dying of anxiety!

Curb your hate, bear the Messiah.

I hate life...

I hate my folks!

I expect nothing!

You are a fool...

I won't listen, worthless liar!

I hate people! I love war!

Everything makes me sick, in this world!

Cry, Patricia.

I'll shut you up! I do not want the child!

He loves you...your blessed son the Messiah.

I'm no mother, but death! So die, then!

This is Mexico, oh, sh*t!

So we dance in my land!

Viva, Cholula!

Goal!

There are not two of Mexico.

Let the f***ing Hispanics die!

Can I come in?

Lady of the traditional dress, I came to congratulate you, your dancing is wonderful!

What's your problem, a**hole, where did you come from?

I am Pafnucio. Holy Pafnucio, ma'am.

I came to tell you that I liked your dancing.

How beautiful you are! And what a nice costume!

No big deal, no big deal!

Anyway, thank you for your kind words.

Do you drink?

Not just now. Thank you very much.

Let's see, give it to me more slowly.

Did you really like that little dance?

Yes, ma'am, a lot.

You're a nice guy, but you make me think you're still pretty green.

Do you know what that little dance really means?

No, of course not.

No one knows.

The little dance that you like so much, and I've been dancing all my life, is a plague!

It's what they call "nationalism", "patriotism"...I used it to get f***ed!

The Jarabe Tapato is for everyone and everything, yes sir!

If you have a deep grief...

you dance the Mexican Hat Dance.

Whether they raise your taxes or lower you underpants, you dance the Jarabe Tapato.

Dance here, dance there, that's enough!

I am all heart, it's me who's your mother, f***er!

But yes, boy, I know how to die!

Long live the heroes of the fatherland! Mexicans!

Long live independence!

Yes, we are players, drunken revelers, bastards...!

And proud of it!

Lady of the traditional dress, I came to entrust you with a mission...

but I think it isn't the best time.

Anyway, thank you for your dance. It was wonderful!

Julieta, my wife,...

the death which spoils the nectar of your lips...

has not conquered your beauty in the slightest,...

it still radiates from your skin and your face...

...which still has not been able to display the flag of death.

Could it be that the gritty Monster offers you his love?

What do you want for your lady?

To prevent this I will sleep with you in this cave.

This will be my eternal rest.

Here rest my body, free from the fatal law of the stars.

Receive the last look of my eyes...

the last embrace of my arms...

the last kiss from my lips.

Doors will seal my eternal contract with death.

Come, harsh and victorious pilot...

my ship, tired of fighting with the waves...

wants to break down in the rocks.

Here's to my lady.

Oh, how marvelous are the effects of a balm.

With this kiss...I die.

I remember where I should be, and there I am.

But where is my Romeo?

My husband.

With poison has hastened his death.

How cruel! He left me not a drop!

I feel he's still breathing.

I will kiss his lips.

He will kill me and save me.

Beautiful, Sweet Julieta, please don't spill your blood!

I need you, Julieta.

You will be the mother.

I can wait no longer. Sweet steel...

rests in my heart, as I die!

This dawn brings a gloomy peace.

The sun will not show its face because of its grief.

How sad an account I'll give about you, Julieta!

Julieta, the sweetest and the most tragic of women!

My heart, Pafnucio,...

it listens to your long crying...

Look no longer for the mother...

among living ghosts,...

illustrious corpses, like the unfortunate Julieta...

or the mad empress, tied to a dead love.

Do not dedicate your efforts...

toward the disoriented world of Patricia...

or Malinche, the tragic result...

of a brutal conquest, which my people still suffer.

I need you, Sister Juana. I need you!

Direct your steps into the world of the living...

to the intelligent people who have crafted science...

a hymn to beauty, and are a clear source.

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