Echoes of Guernica
Silence explodes. The lamp screams while the bull flees from the light. Horses' faces fragmented into schizophrenic angles. Scattered limbs illuminate the bull's panic. The horse has shattered into a thousand screaming faces. Light escapes between hooves, horns emerge from gaping mouths. The bull's eyes reflect the lamp while human legs gallop without bodies. Arms extend like rays of light frozen in time.
The scream fades. Horses with lamp-faces run toward infinity. The bull carries light on its back while loose limbs dance around it. Faces trapped in disintegration, horns pierce the expanded silence.
Everything recedes. Nothing moves. The lamp is an immobile witness while the horse dissolves into luminous fragments. The bull breathes panic, expels faces that transform into limbs. Eyes are hooves are hands are screams. Everything is explosion. The horse is made of broken lamps. The bull gallops with human legs. Faces emerge from where light shatters. Limbs become rays that never reach the horizon.
Chaotic simultaneity. The horse neighs light. The bull tramples faces that scream with hooves. The lamp bleeds incandescent limbs. Everything flees from the center that no longer exists because it is everywhere.
The void grows. Horns cut the space between fragments. The lamp swallows the horse that swallows the bull that swallows faces. Limbs stretch, stretch until they are merely tenuous lines connecting what was once unified.
Deafening silence. Faces of light, bull limbs, hooves made of crystallized fragments of screams. The lamp observes with equine eyes. The bull breathes fragments. The horse is silence itself in perpetual flight.
No escape. Light becomes sound becomes flesh becomes movement. The initial scream freezes into forms trying to escape themselves. The bull is a constellation of human parts. The horse disintegrates into tiny lamps.
Faces shattered like mirrors. The lamp projects shadows of fleeing horses. The bull's horns are rays of darkness. Loose limbs draw trajectories that return to the primordial scream.
Everything expands. Nothing resolves. The lamp, the bull, the horse, the faces, the limbs—all flee, all remain. Only emptiness remains, pulsing with the energy of the scream that never ends and never begins. Silence, after all, is just the scream seen from afar.