We are the sons and daughters of Tenochtitlan. We sacrificed human hearts to the sun to quench the thirst of the sky. Unconquerable for a thousand years. And then, another world -- in floating mountains from Spain, with thunder in their gospels and hot slaughter in their cannons -- arrived on our shores. And the two worlds of the world met. Red and white. Aztec and European. Hummingbird wizard and Jesus. Malinche and the Virgin Mary. And they begat the children of the royal sun. Whose manifestation is the royal Pachuco. Whose coat of arms, whose profane declaration, whose poem to the ancestors, are the holy drapes, the warrior's armor.

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