Hit me more, I'm dead

"...Yes, from that unfathomable ubiquitous mirror that couldn't be extinguished."
(Dani Girl, "The sister")
































... Through the baroque and inconceivable violence of furious blows from the fists of Lalo Landa on the body of her sister and lover, Romera Landa - inert flesh already-, his knuckles are deformed in a brutal accumulation of flesh, blood and a meander of liquid excrement flowing from the bestially unclogged anus while, in the next door room, their macrocephalous retarded baby sleeps... but

... but here, the unforgivable, the inauditus as is, it's witnessed by the nothing in the eyes of 4 silent walls

4 dumb white walls and their huge eyes, all eyes at the ceiling, the floor all eyes, watching the gradual and massive disfigurement of the face and small body of Romera Landa, who is turned into a bloody heap of fat, bones out of place, disjointed tendons and bodily organs flying in the air:

Don't you want to know... do not ask anyone about the unspeakable
that, which can not be explained by the mind of man or woman

You do not want to know:

from the bottom, de profundis, from the most guttural and cavernous depths of those carnosities that Landa shatters with his own hands, a vibrato

a sound vibration begins to expand, limb to limb, pore to pore
it's... a voice... a human voice that begins to speak from the flesh, from the separated meat, reverberating with pasty, hollow and resonant accent... a voice which begins to ascend from the perforated lungs, ganglia, exposed uterus, arteries and burst genitalia, a nasal voice whose diction, frighteningly sharp, starts flowing on the face of Lalo Landa...