Chapter 32.
The darkness they are lowered.
As a curtain on the stage, that kills the actor as a guillotine, separating him/it from the irrorante heat of the public, leaving I void him/it as a man. An iron curtain, inflexible bars woven as the fingers of a dead body recomposed for the obsequieses.
A man in the cell, abandoned by the world. Only companion, the privilege to question him. To make alone himself/herself/themselves questions and to answer him without the harassing thought of the correctness, free to be wrong and to acquit him.
Angel would not be gone out of it more: double homicide. A non wanted homicide but committed and one not salesclerk but wanted.
You/they had found again him/it in the house, with his/her sister still bled abandoned on the body.
Is sat in his/her same excrements and he/she didn't eat neither he/she had been drinking for one whole day.
Until too effortless to that point to make to be thrown inside. And you/he/she would have been forever, in the brief weary of the terrestrial life. Not certain because the laws would have bound him/it to expire natural but because he/she knew there would not have been a to expire natural. Designate victim, attended the execution in the indifference.
As it would have more can interest his life after the bath in the death?
The death of the loves, of the affections, of the future. Him only person responsible.
Helen attended a baby, a tender monster fruit of the most revolting incestuous practices, child of a bunga hallucinated bunga, child of everybody, and for this not his/her.
You/he/she had also been true, it didn't interest him anymore. You/he/she had believed him/it and you/he/she had had horror of it. Fertilization of twin sister assisted from alien: it was of it enough to write in the blood the elegant word. A stab to the abdomen and such is.
And to think that he was ended there for first, in that massacre of consciences.
You/he/she had been him promised the eternal life. Eternal, as I immortalize it is the circle of a body in perpetual motion. It turned, as a magnet dragged by his/her own repulsion, around the first cause: the eternal life that had been him promised.
From there, the eternal youth, the eternal hunger, the eternity to be satisfied himself/herself/themselves, the eternity to starve him and street satiating and emptying.
It is really in that inappagabile swing of hunger and satisfaction it nested the error, first and I complete.
The first error, of a cosmos that is born from the death and through the death him perpetual, in the eternity return of the food chain.
The last error, to believe in to appear of a kind able to abstract him from that needs recalling himself/herself/itself to the divine misunderstanding of the ethics.
Sentient rings of the chain but also always rings. Just because sentient, from the multiplied needs. Just because rings, from the frustrated appeasements.
Loneliness, silence, fast: it seemed it applied those rules of devotion and meditation that so many ascetics had codified for justifying theirs to barricade him from the world. They missed prayer and meditation. The before, entirely useless. The second, entirely injurious.
To kill Helen didn't deserve some thought anymore, as without thought you/he/she had been that gesture.
Because you/he/she had killed her? You/they had asked him him in many: the stunned parents, the curial lawyer, the examining judges. You/they would never have known him/it.
With that gesture you/he/she had turned page. A last page written of a history that more it didn't concern him/it. The rest you/they would have been only white sheets, by an epilogue that it attended for a long time by now.
Also that night lay inactive on the cot.
It didn't have more even memory of when the last time had smiled. But that strange grimace was found on the face, when he/she clearly heard the open some bars.
The lock had not gone off: who knew, it had volutamente left the cell open. And there inside, all knew.
How much had you/they entered? More they were, first you/they would have done.
The first hit was sferrato with a bar of metal and smashed his ribs. The second, the face immediately disfigured later, him. Fragments of the cheekbones squirted away tore him the ocular bulb.
They followed to gust all the others. Impossible also only to howl, because the hits that the bones broke him also cut him the breath in the bellows. And the senses, good for him, went extinguishing himself/herself/itself.
And I cried on the lifeless body of my favorite Child, acquitting to have believed him/it to be able to hamper somehow my plans cancelling with that slash all my his/her progeny.
Blind and deaf to the world, Angel Sastri died in silence.
Without knowing to have stabbed an empty abdomen.
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