The return of a strange missile-head from beyond

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This was when Dalmiro Sáenz coped with Reinaldo Merlo ever again, like a torrid deja vu at the forrests of Gump.

The scarlet-crimson -almost borravino- color of the vignette shows the darknss of these sequences, which take place in a distant... very distant galaxia, far, far from the Eartf

a planet of madness and hyper-violence
a zone full of vengeances and crülty
a world that we don't know:

then, like an evil Nadal or Federer, Reinaldo Merlo captures the 'ead of Dalmiro Sáenz, and decides to r-eject it with violent saque toward recondite etoiles: 
as you can see my friends, the results are as lamentable as intriguing, and Dalmiro Sáenz -whose only sin is to have that face- wonders why.

Why his 'ead has to fly through inter-galaxial spaces constantly, what does his 'ead is? A cosmic messenger? El último orejón del tarro? 
A laughing stock?
Or a laughing sock?


And while his 'ead travels through the inmensidades cósmicas once again, Dalmiro Sáenz wonders all this, asking to himself: "why" "why me"... as the vicious, perverted, callous and megafelon Reinaldo Merlo observes that poor 'ead catapulted ad astra, and laughs Merlo

laughs out loud... louder...

... like the ganglionar and slow burst of laughter of that man that you fear

invading your sleep... slower, deeper...






































And you never wanted to know why you fear him. That obscure secret.