Franco Battiato
Mondi lontanissimi

THE REVIEW

Time of the stars 13:25. Time on this planet is up, I must return home. Having neither a car, nor a motorcycle, nor even a horse, I am compelled to use emergency means. Here appears in front of me a huge vehicle that serves as transport to whom it may concern (or, alternatively, public bus). I pull out my trusty phone and earbuds to decide what to listen to during the journey. The choice was not difficult: futuristic music was needed to escape from Mondi lontanissimi.

Thus began my journey, and my mind, like the public vehicle, made diagonal routes within the Milky Way. At that point, I decided to rest to regain energy. A soft Spring awakening accompanies me, glimpsing among drifting continents and giant telescopes; No time no space, other dimensions in which to travel appear. I immediately find myself in hotel rooms with a Personal computer while pairs of twenty-year-olds engage in mechanical sex. But suddenly, the unexpected sound of bells arrives: DIN, DON, DAN. It is time to follow the Temporary road and escape from the underground. It was time to wake up and get off the vehicle. I arrived on a strange planet, where Il re del mondo imprisoned everyone's heart and left no one free. And I ventured on foot onto this strange planet, the Chanson eegocentrique pulsing in my head as I traversed Central Park among the drug addicts and the men who walk their dogs. I see I treni per Tozeur pass by and realize I am almost home, leaving the desert behind. And L'animale that I carry within wants to eat what is in the fridge and flick through TV channels at random. I enter the house and the music ceases: I have escaped from the Mondi lontanissimi