Cristina Galbo, Jeannine Mestre Nude

Cristina Galbo, Jeannine Mestre "No profanar el sueno de los muertos" (1974)

Oh, those dead folks. They just can't seem to stay put in their cozy, warm, fine-wood caskets when the moon is full. They insist on rising from gaping graves, casting off the heavy burden of burial taboos, and gathering in a clamorous mob to throw a bloody feast. Mindless, undemanding zombies. Uncontrollable, merciless chunks of flesh, incessantly moaning: "Brains! Brains!" as they pursue a nimble, fleeing victim, knowing that if skill fails them, sheer numbers will prevail. Slow as the line for a free public restroom on City Day. Clumsy as a limousine in the courtyard of a Soviet-era apartment block. Former friends, colleagues, and relatives who now dream of only one thing, tearing out your throat, slicing open your soft belly, winding still-warm intestines around their stiff fingers, ripping off a chunk of living flesh, and sinking their teeth with relish into a liver slick with blood. Oh, those scientists. Innovators and experimenters. Nothing makes them happier than hauling a hellish, hundred-megawatt machine out into an open field and trying to accelerate the fight against the Colorado potato beetle using cutting-edge technology. Who cares if the charge sent into the ground stirs up more than just ants and earthworms, awakening the recently deceased residents of a small English suburb back to a second life?
Cristina Galbo’s bare breast is visible through her blood-stained robe.
A police officer examines photographs of a naked Jeannine Mestre.

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