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evita-shelby · 11 months

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Of Gods and Witches

Chapter 19

A/N: so imma be going on hiatus for a while and we know the reason why. So until the situation with Tenoch Huerta is resolved, i will be putting off updating this fic as i cannot write it without feeling a bit 😬 about it all

Enjoy, anyways

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Eva has never considered herself cowardly, but then again, she has been lying about her health for the past two years to avoid the talks that come with it and those looks of pity she loathes so much.

So, after Ch’ah shows Shuri the beauty of Talokan’s main city-state and the sun that rises over it, she finally answers the young woman’s burning question.

“You are not a mutant like him.” She points out when they return to the hut and find her giving Itza to her nanny.

They usually do not employ a nursemaid for the girls, but Eva’s waning health does not allow her to keep up with her five-year-old child anymore.

Once this is over, she will make up for lost time.

“Yes, and no. I am more like the woman called the Scarlett Witch, in that I am both capable of magic, but also have genetic mutations passed down to me from my ancestors.

Despite how great I look; I am actually quite old. You see I was born in the year 1896 in a period known in Mexico as the Porfierato and grew up during the Second Revolution. When I was twenty-two, I was put under house arrest for sedition and due to the immense boredom, that came with it, I decided to try my hand at summoning Quetzalcoatl.” The witch decides against a detailed story about her life, there will be time for that later and while, Shuri seems to have done research on Post classical Mayan artefacts, she likely has no knowledge of Mexico’s history.

“Instead of summoning the true Feathered Serpent God, she somehow managed to summon me.” K’uk’ulkan said with a rather nostalgic smile and a firm squeeze of Eva’s hand. “I saw her dancing on the beach outside of her home and felt a connection to her as if I had always known her.”

“Later I would discover the spell I had found was to summon one’s soulmate but by then we had met, fallen in love and been married for several years.” This was the story they told everyone.

And yet all those details that they hold deep in their hearts occasionally manage to be found in murals, novels and stage productions of how Talokan came to have its queen.

“How did you manage to live underwater, if you don’t mind me asking.” Shuri, who has no real interest in romance asks the question they needed her to ask.

Eva answers by showing her the bracelet.

“The chief sorceress of Talokan taught me the runes that allowed to appear as human in the surface without the need for a rebreather. K’uk’ulkan, as a token of his love, gave me the bracelet made with the fibers of the plant that saved the life of his people, but most importantly, his mother.

I was able to cast the runes on it due to its significance and origin and live just as he does.”

And because it is all that is left of the vibranium flowers, she will have to give it up to live like him in truth instead of dying like the Black Panther did.

When Namor gets summoned onto the surface by the queen, Eva takes her chance.

“There is something else, Shuri. Something I need you to swear you will do no matter what happens.” The seriousness in her face causes worry in the young princess.

Her eyes widen thinking she is asking her to protect her children and the Talokanil, something Eva knows she doesn’t even have to ask for.

“I give you my word, as Princess of Wakanda.” She says readily.

And yet it doesn’t stop her from gasping when Eva removes the bracelet from her wrist.

The glamour fades away and Shuri is presented with a ghost of her past.

Her brother.

“The key ingredient to the cure lies in the vibranium flowers. I cannot make it grow, the soil here does not allow it to, and I cannot risk the surface world.” Eva begins explaining. “You are my only hope.”

“What do you wish me to do?” she asks, and Eva just gives a grateful smile as she gives her the bracelet.

“Take it and recreate the flower in your laboratory. Your people need the Black Panther just as my disease needs a cure.

One flower is all I need to live.”

Eva had not expected the Wakandan warrior woman.

Nakia, mother to Prince T’Challa son of T’Challa, she could see it even as the guards hurried to protect the queen and prevent her from freeing their prisoners.

“Let them go.” She orders the guards who no longer think she is as powerful as she had been.

“My queen, what has she done to you?” the guard holding a knife to Shuri’s throat asks thinking the worse.

“We must kill them.” The senior guard overrides her command due to her sudden change in health. “They have hurt our queen!”

And when Eva lifts her arms to cast a shield on the girls, Nakia fires her weapon and doesn’t miss.

Eva sees the blood on her chest as she slumps forward, and all hell breaks loose.

They took her.

It was a trap.

All there was left was a dying soldier and blood.

So much blood.

This was an act of war.

“Our people invoke my name when they pray for protection. Their deaths will not go unpunished.

Gather the city.”

They took his wife and mother of his children and Wakanda will pay the price.

He had been blinded by the hope of finding an ally in the Wakandan Princess.

To find a way to keep Talokan safe and know there would be someone out there to aid him in that.

And they had killed his wife the moment his back was turned.

If the queen wanted war, Namor would give her what she wanted.

Eva hates the cold white of modernity.

Hates the pastel colors of hospitals and the thin papery feel of the clothes they make her wear.

Her queen’s regalia is replaced by bandages under a loose button-down shirt and pajama shorts.

These too were white.

She’d kill for something darker, like black.

Black is such a nice color.

The nurses and doctors speak in a strange language, Wakandan or Xhosa, she cannot quite place it.

She is awake, she is alive, that much she can understand.

“Easy, your grace, your injury has been giving us a challenging time. Your illness complicates the healing process I am afraid.” One of the women, a bald one with an overly sweet nature, said as they helped her sit up.

Fluffed her pillows and offered her something to drink and everything.

“Where am I?” she asks in English.

“You are in Wakanda.”

#eva smith riley #kukulkan namor #namor x eva #kukulkan x oc #of gods and witches fic #namor x mexican!oc

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callmeanxietygirl · 1 year

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Mural producido y gestionado por PICNIC para Disney por el estreno del filme "Wakanda por siempre". La obra de gran formato fue creada por Hidrock 💥🎨.

Durante la develación, estuvo presente Tenoch Huerta, quien interpretó a Namor en la película 🇲🇽🌊.

Fotos por: Ernesto Carrillo.

📍 Insurgentes esquina Bajío, col. Roma Sur, CDMX.

#mexico #wakanda forever #tenoch huerta

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blackbat05 · 1 year

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I posted 865 times in 2022

That's 526 more posts than 2021!

267 posts created (31%)

598 posts reblogged (69%)

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I tagged 495 of my posts in 2022

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#blackbat rambles - 110 posts

#self reblog - 33 posts

#blackbat answers - 30 posts

#frank castle - 26 posts

#frank castle x reader - 25 posts

#rick flag x reader - 24 posts

#namor x reader - 21 posts

#rick flag - 19 posts

#moon knight - 17 posts

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Longest Tag: 66 characters

#especially in a time where things can really make you or break you

My Top Posts in 2022:

I see you (Part 2)

Namor x Atlantean/Human Reader

Plot: You accept the stranger's offer and experience the depths of power that you never had before.

A/N: Back by popular demand! Thankfully I had the brain cells to write this. This is part 2 of <I see you> but I think it could be read stand-alone as well! Again, hope you enjoy it and really appreciate the feedback! Use of Y/N.

Genre: PG-13 (Mentions of blood, violence)

"Will you join me?"

With each step you took, you relished in the scent of the dead bodies littered around the Conservatory of Posideonsis. You find yourself lingering in front of the mural that depicted the heroics of Atlantis' hero. You could gag.

Raising a hilt, you send a blast into the wall, shattering the intricate art into nothing but rubble. A hand is on your shoulder, grounding you back to the present.

"Have you got the vibranium?"

"My people have secured it, thanks to you." Namor gives a fleeting glance around the Conservatory and takes in your tense posture. Never make a woman angry.

A groan could be heard nearby under the collapsed pillar. A body moves.

"Is this how you betray your King?" The scientist coughs out weakly. You gave him a scathing glare, bending down to his eye level.

"Arthur Curry is not my king."

The water construct on your hilt takes the shape of a sword, making clean work of the scientist. Blood splatters diagonally on your face and suddenly you look almost feral to Namor. He can't help but swell with pride at your following words.

"I have a new king."

You don't bother to clean the blood on your weapon, for they serve as a reminder of your liberation. Your salvation. As if the dead could still feel, you pry the weapon from his hand.

"I'm sorry it had to turn out this way Vulko, my comrade. But if Arthur Curry continues to side with the surface world, Atlantis will pay for it in blood."

You leave what was your past behind, swimming together in silence with Namor to the royal chambers.

"You do not mourn?"

"They had their chance and wasted my sympathy." You spat. "You have shown me a greater purpose, my king."

"Stop!"

A group of Atlantean guards intercepts the two of you, spears meant to force one backward.

"Put down your weapons intruder!"

Even now, Atlantis scorned you for your mixed heritage and was eager to blame you.

Blocking you from their vision, Namor shoots his own spear with ease, piercing through the armor of the mighty Atlantean army. Blood floating in the water, he removes his weapon.

"Our fight is in there." He points to the oak doors that led to the chambers. "I would hate to see you get hurt before we even start." Without another word, he leaves you trailing behind feeling rather perplexed.

You can't seem to bring yourself to open those doors. Wordlessly holding your hand in his, he pushes through the broken defense, refusing to cower under the presence of the two Aquaman standing tall and mighty.

"Y/N of Shayeris, you must understand that you are committing high treason. I urge you to stand down and we can resolve this peacefully with you and Talokan."

Your blood boils at the Leaguer’s patronizing words. Namor steps back, waiting to watch the verbal sparring match with much interest.

You can hold your own fort.

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In Mourning

Namor x Reader

Plot: An unexpected encounter. A strong will to protect each other. A desire to seek vengeance for your death.

Genre: PG-13 (Angst - plot already says it all)

A/N: The number of times I wrote and re-wrote this? This a short piece but feedback is always appreciated! I'm sorry for the angst in advance.😅 Italics is flashbacks!

The steady trickle of water fills the silence in his chambers. A cup of tea sits on the dressing table. Steam rising, he takes a gentle blow before putting his lips on its edge.

3 years ago, the Baltic Ocean

"K'uk'ulkan. A stranger roams our waters, should we not stop them?"

Namor is curious. Which human would dare to be lost in such a wide ocean? He travels out into the waters and he comes to a stop at the sight of a floating figure.

"Take them back!" He demands the Talokan warriors.

Days passed and the stranger finally woke. Blinking her eyes blearily, she almost falls out of bed at the sight of his people. Namor excuses his people and he sits at the edge of the bed where she watches him warily.

"Am I... in Talokan?"

There was no hiding from this intelligent woman. So he guides her around. For someone from the surface world, you were so courageous and unafraid.

To return the kindness of the King and his people, you tell him your purpose. You are a scientist from the surface world, fighting to protect and conserve the natural environment.

But with recent events and more metahumans coming out in the open, governments around the world had strong reason to believe that there was an underwater civilization. You wanted to do something, so you had to find it first.

"As you have saved me, it is only right that I do something in return for you and your people. You have my word."

All he wants to do is to fall into a deep slumber. It seems that everyone, everything is against him tonight as the soothing music of nature has now turned into a discordant mess.

It went all so terribly wrong.

He is no longer in the present. He is now in the thick of it. He sees her fighting but it was a stark reminder of how human she was compared to him.

6 months ago, the Atlantic Sea

"This weapon isn't a usual fishing trap." You navigate your way around the ocean floor. "Someone probably set this piece of contraption up in hopes of a big catch." You frown at the thought of government operatives carrying out secret operations to uncover hidden civilizations like Talokan for their own gain.

"I can take it back to the lab, examine it and find out who's responsible for this. "You see the concern etched on his face.

"I won't out you or your people. I promise."

"I'm not worried about that, it is these surface dwellers that you speak of," Namor tells you. "They do not seem to be ordinary. I've seen them up close. They have evil intentions."

"I can take care of myself." You swim to him in your suit. "And if your people are hurt, I won't stand for it. If someone is out to expose Talokan, they need to be stopped."

Just then, a slight tremor could be felt. Sea life swimming away, you shared a look of concern with the King. He is about to ascend to the surface but you put a hand against his chest. You shake your head.

"It's a trap."

"I cannot let you go out there alone."

You cut the weapon loose from the ocean floor, passing it to him. "This is all the proof that you need."

He watches you helplessly as you swim upwards. He sees you putting your hands up in surrender. Words are exchanged between you and the army. Then-

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329 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

I don’t make the rules but they HOT.

341 notes - Posted May 13, 2022

Close Contact

Frank Castle x Reader

A/N: Frank and Reader are partners in this! An interesting take in Bed sharing AU? Hope y’all will like it and feedback is always appreciated!

Genre: PG-13, Fluff and Angst.

Notes: Happy 1.2k followers @wint3r-h3art! Been truly blessed to have known you and thank you for the challenge!

2300hrs,

‘Frank, slow down. My leg can’t keep up.’ You tell him for what you believe to be the umpteenth time.

Your partner merely grunts but he makes an effort to minimize his strides. You’re not an idiot. You know he’s pissed off. Perhaps if you were in his shoes, you would be too.

For months, the two of you were chasing every lead on the notorious Kingpin, pulling all stops to even get a whiff of his trace.

Finally, Frank had tracked him down to Macau with rumors of a booming drug trade that involved very dubious clientele.

Everything was going well. Too well.

Firefight happening in split seconds, you raced to rescue a young woman who was about to be caught in the rain of bullets being exchanged.

Pushing her out of the way, you lose sight of the enemy. That’s how you earned two bullets - one in your leg and one at your side.

Breathing heavily, you focus all your energy to stay conscious. It definitely helped to push the unpleasant emotions you had, even if it was just temporary.

Reaching the motel, Frank sets you down gently at the side of the staircase, gruffly instructing you to stay put while he gets a room.

Leaving you under the flickering lights, your mind is allowed to run freely, wondering what went wrong. You knew you were good at your job, so why did it feel like you were a nuisance?

As the rain starts to fall, so do your tears. You were sick of being at the receiving end of such injustice. Impulsiveness overtaking you, you push yourself up, hobbling away from the motel. No way you were going to be under the radar of Frank’s silent glares.

The neon lights from the signboard are about to blind your vision. It probably doesn’t matter as you walk aimlessly, with no destination in sight.

You don’t know how long you have been away from home carrying out multiple back to back missions. All you knew is that you were starting to become very tired.

Texas. Cuba. India. Vietnam. Macau.

You didn’t know it was possible to be ignored across continents.

Caught up in your thoughts, you fail to see an oncoming light from a car. Before you can react, a rough hand grabs you by the wrist, pulling you towards them.

Frank.

‘I told you to wait for me right? Why don’t you ever listen?’

That broke something in you. Pushing him away with your free hand, you gave him a hard stare.

‘Leave me alone Castle. Since that’s what you always do.’ Turning away, you attempt to continue walking but without much success.

A sharp pain attacks your side, throwing you off balance. The street starts to dissolve and the artificial lights fade into darkness.

The last thing you hear is Frank calling out for your name.

***

Regaining consciousness, the dull pain brings you back to your senses.

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My #1 post of 2022

I see you

Namor x Atlantean/Human Reader

Plot: You struggle to be heard from the worlds that you call home. A stranger comes to change that with a tempting proposition.

Genre: PG-13, (One use of Y/N)

A/N: No spoilers here but I came out absolutely loving this man!Please give feedback as it's appreciated greatly!

Stepping out of the building, you take a deep sigh.

Once again, you weren't taken seriously. You knew that you were different - an individual unable to fully identify with one place, or maybe because you were surrounded by a group of people who were only concerned about short-term economic gains. Whatever it was, you were thoroughly humiliated.

Screaming in frustration, you chucked your research into a bin.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Oh god!" You jumped a few steps backward, frantically looking for the source. Taking out your hilts from your pockets, you quickly activate the water bearers - a gift from your homeland to protect you on land.

"Show yourself! I'm not going to say it again!"

The figure steps out into the dark, hands raised at chest level as if to reassure you that they weren't a threat.

"I don't understand why you would waste your energy and time on egoistic surface dwellers who only seek to benefit themselves." The mystery man has a piercing gaze. You only gripped your weapons tighter. If anything, Atlantis has taught you to fear no one.

"Who are you and what's your purpose."

The man almost seems amused at your defensiveness. "I see you are a woman that skips the pleasantries. Then again, I expected as much."

You advanced a step forward, wordlessly demanding for him to speak.

"My people call me K'uk'ulkan," he trails off, "but my enemies call me Namor." He has now stepped into your vision, the soft lights from the street lamp illuminating his sharp features. He moves a step forward.

"Don't move! Or I'll fry your brains, I swear on it!"

He chuckles, coming to a stop. "I don't doubt that Atlantean."

"How? You were just a-"

"Myth? I can assure you that my people and I are very real. And very threatened by the surface world. So I'll make my point. But I would appreciate it if you lower your weapon."

Deactivating your bearers, he takes this as a sign to speak.

"Ever since Wakanda came out to the rest of the world, Talokan is at risk from surface dweller activity."

You wince, knowing all too well where this was going.

"They refuse to answer for their actions, even when my people are sick, ill, and on the verge of dying!"

"You have Atlantis'- my word that we will work to come to an agreement." Even then, you no longer trusted the words that came out of your own mouth.

"An agreement will not suffice. It will no longer solve what they have done to us." Namor sneers. He sees your resolve weaken for a second and pounces on it.

"Chief scientist of Atlantis. What have your people done for you?"

"You don't get to say that."

Ignoring your weak threat, he continues. "King Orin of Posideonis. How is he to be a beacon of hope when his mind is split between the two worlds! How ignored you must have felt when you tried to warn him of the atrocities of the surface. You thought you could find comfort in someone so similar to you. What good is it if you can't execute the power that you were meant to hold?"

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onlinecherryyy · 1 year

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🙏🏾🫶🏽

#tenoch huerta #namor #marvel #wakanda forever #black panter #art mural #mural

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noticias-elplaneta · 1 year

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TENOCH HUERTA ROMPIÓ EN LLANTO AL VER UN MURAL SUYO EN CDMX: "ES MEJOR QUE GANAR UN OSCAR"

Tenoch Huerta se ha convertido en uno de los actores mexicanos más destacados del momento gracias a que será el primer azteca en protagonizar una película de Marvel Studios, pues encarnará a Namor en la próxima cinta ‘Black Panther: Wakanda Forever’.

Sin embargo, lejos de las estrellas y el glamour de Hollywood, Huerta pasa mucho tiempo en México y se dio tempo para subirse al carro con el Escorpión Dorado, quien no dudo en llevar al actor a conocer un mural en las calles de la CDMX hecho por Rafael Medina y conmovió a Tenoch hasta las lágrimas.

“Don Tenoch Huerta inmortalizado en las pin… calles de la Ciudad de México (entre Santa Fe e Interlomas), unos fans te hicieron esto, te retrataron, te dibujaron, y ahí lo tienes, en vivo, es la primera vez que Tenoch ve esto, ve este mural con Quetzalcóatl, con un jaguar, con Tenoch con su barbita”, le explicó Alex Montiel. “Qué te digo… No mam…”, expresó Huerta entre lágrimas en sus ojos.

“Dos lugares que han crecido cab… en cuestión de este clacismo y este varo, y en medio hay una zona marginada, una como ciudad perdida y esta banda te hizo un homenaje que se va a quedar para siempre. Es la primera ver que Tenoch lo ve, yo me enteré y por eso quisimos dar la vuelta hasta acá”, le dijo el Escorpión.

Finalmente Tenoch Huerta agradeció el trabajo y esta obra de arte: “Eso está más ver… que cualquier Oscar, eso vale más… Rafael Medina, no mam… sí… Me quedé sin palabras

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isabelrangelb · 5 years

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Isabel Rangel Barón recomienda: Cine y Pediatría (489): “Güeros”, donde ser joven y no ser revolucionario es una contradicción

El término “güero” en México y en algunos otros países de América Central y del Sur se emplea para designar a una persona de tez clara con pelo rubio, castaño o rojo. Este término se opone al de moreno, que es de tonos de piel marrón oscuro o negro-marrón y/o de origen amerindio o afro-mexicano. Y güero es como se les llama a los de piel blanca, que quiere decir cigoto, pálido, enfermo. Y ese término sirve de título a la ópera prima del director mexicano Alonso Ruizpalacios en el año 2014: y Güeros fue considerada por la crítica la mejor película de dicho año en México, arrancando ovaciones y premios en diferentes festivales internacionales.

Güeros es una película filmada en blanco y negro, una road movie muy chilanga (que es como se llama a los habitantes de Ciudad de México) con cuatro estudiantes de protagonistas y con telón de fondo de la famosa huelga estudiantil de la Universidad Nacional (UNAM) de 1999, que duró más de 10 meses. Una huelga que revolucionó al país, tema de discusión permanente en los medios de comunicación y que se desencadenó tras la modificación del Reglamento General de Pagos de la UNAM, piedra que colmó el vaso de otros muchos descontentos. Una huelga en la que los estudiantes tomaron las instalaciones universitarias y donde todo se fue un poco de las manos, tal como refleja la cinta.

Una película que se narra en cinco partes, por nombre Sur, Poniente, Ciudad Universitaria, Centro y Oriente. Y en donde la primera secuencia de Güeros es desconcertante y estridente: una madre sale despavorida con su hijo lactante en brazos, que no deja de llorar mientras ella hace las maletas para escapar del hogar y mientras un teléfono suena de forma continua y amenazante. En la calle, un suceso inesperado interrumpe su huida: un globo de agua cae sobre el bebé, desconcertando a la madre. La cámara y el relato se vuelven hacia los responsables y esta anécdota sirve para dar a conocer al primer protagonista, Tomás (Sebastián Aguirre). Este es solo el primero de los cambios repentinos y las sorpresas de esta película realizada de retazos y fundidos en negro.

Una nueva travesura de este adolescente de 13 años que acaba con la paciente de su madre: “Te vas a ir con tu hermano un tiempo a la ciudad. Ya no puedo contigo, ya no puedo”. Y Tomás parte de Veracruz hasta Ciudad de México, en busca de su hermano mayor Federico/Sombra (Tenoch Huerta), quien vive con su amigo Santos (Leonardo Ortizgris) en una casa donde nada funciona, como nada funciona en su universidad, la famosa UNAM, levantada en huelga. Una casa sin luz en la que fuman, y beben, y con la vecina niña con síndrome de Down hablan a través de un vaso de plástico que les sirve de teléfono. Una vida en la que matan el tiempo platicando y arreglando el mundo, con discusiones baladíes sobre no entender qué es el desayuno continental (pues no saben a qué continente se refieren), donde Federico presenta ataques de pánico (“le está dando el tigre”, lo refieren) y en donde el joven Tomás, harto de todo esto, llega a decirle: “Me cago en tu puta tesis, tu puta huelga y tu puta vida”.

Y Tomás se lleva una cinta de casete “que una vez hizo llorar a Bob Dylan, eso dijo mi papá”. Una cinta de Epigmenio Cruz, rey del rock nacional ficticio, que se titula “Los güeros” y que sirve de “macguffin” a la historia. Y Tomás, Federico y Santos parten en la búsqueda del cantante que parece que se está hospitalizado por una cirrosis, para honrarle. Y así la película se transforma en una especial “road movie” por Ciudad de México, que se traslada del zoológico de Chapultepec a barrios marginales, y con epicentro en la UNAM y el problema estudiantil. Allí encuentran a Ana (Ilse Salas), en plena asamblea dentro de la universidad, una universidad tomada por los estudiantes y por los lemas, algunos muy significativos: “Ser joven y no ser revolucionario es una contradicción” o “Educación primero al hijo del obrero, educación después al hijo del burgués”. Una UNAM repleta de consignas, asambleas, discusiones, fiestas y peleas, y en donde Ana al ver que han manchado un mural se pregunta: “¿Qué diría Siqueiros?”.

Y ahora nuestros cuatros protagonistas siguen buscando a Epigmenio Cruz, “el único que pudo haber salvado el rock nacional”, quizás ese sustituto emocional del mundo sin figura paterna de Tomás. Y llegan a perderse en la ciudad durante la búsqueda, entre los numerosos puentes colgantes y tiendas Oxxo, recorriendo innumerables cuadras. Y Tomás pregunta “Dónde estamos” y su hermano le responde, “En la Ciudad de México”. Y la película continúa como una propuesta sensorial y existencial, una atípica “road movie” física y emocional con momentos estelares. Destaco dos escenas y diálogos. Cuando Federico/Sombra reflexiona sobre la películas Los olvidados (Luis Buñuel, 1950): “Puto cine mexicano. Agarran unos pinches pordioseros en blanco y negro y dicen que ya están haciendo cine de arte. Los chingados directores no conformes con la humillación de la Conquista todavía van al Viejo Continente y le dicen a los críticos franceses que nuestro país no es más que un nido de marranos, rotos, diabéticos, agachados, ratoneros, fraudulentos, traicioneros, malacopa, putañeros, acomplejados y precoces”. Y Santos sentencia: “Si lo es”. Y cuando encuentra a Epigenio en un bar y Federico/Sombra enaltece las letras de sus canciones: “Mi papá decía que si el mundo era una estación de trenes, la gente, los pasajeros, los poetas no son los que van y vienen, sino los que se quedan en la estación viendo los trenes partir…Porque tú eres de los que ven los trenes partir”.

No es Güeros una película fácil ni apta para todos los públicos, pero que sí recompensará a aquellos que se atrevan a disfrutar de su caos y de sus ganas: ganas de cine y ganas de vivir. Y disfrutar del gusto de sus primeros planos: como es beso final de Federico y Ana. Un beso antes que se parta la manifestación… y preludio del fin de esta película tan especial, sobre una juventud que buscaba y que sigue buscando. No sé si buscaban las lágrimas de Bob Dylan, pero poco importa… Lo cierto es que, de uno u otra forma, ser joven y no ser revolucionario se constituye en una contradicción.

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