Extract from Blank Gaze by Jose Luis Peixoto
Jose wasn't breathing or, if he was breathing, his breath couldn't be distinguished from the almost unbearable breeze of absolute silence. The giant's boots against Jose's prostrate body. The giant's boots against Jose's defenseless body. The giant's boots against the body without body of Jose without Jose. ... When the giant got tired, he went away. The devil vanished, smiling.