Mark Frost & David Lynch
Twin Peaks: The Return

LA RECENSIONE

washing my limbs and the water wouldn't drain,
I thought about the world outside and the door behind.
Aton pointed me the way and vanished.
I chased his shape through the forests of my life.
Labyrinthine leaves and branches, ascents and descents.

Under a canopy of thorny vines, Aton revealed a hole.
An inn of dark and sad people welcomed me.
An old investigator, a guy who came from Enetidłea,
an elf changing into a dwarf and into a druid inside
the transparent bars told me: -I am the dragon's shadow-

The bats are not what they seem, Aton told me,
my first dream of my life, my first memory
was a bat coming towards me,
around the age of five I dreamed of a vampire walking
under an arch of my abbey towards the entrance.

a rope hanging from the point of the abbey ruin,
pointing to the sky no longer than half a meter,
the Enetidlean pointed to the clouds and told me:
-my shadow flies through time and space..
..go back and watch your past moment-

The investigator seemed to live the same life every day
confused and worn out, he came to the conclusion
that he couldn't do anything to change things.
tearful and angry, he told me: -even if you end
your story, Tina will add something".

I take my endless stories, I cut them and throw them,
but inside my head they live, always, in the void.