APD. THE CLINIC OF HORRORS

THE CLINIC OF HORRORS

I passed the electric gate,
the guard let me go,
I'm excited, and also very
troubled.
I'm looking for him, but I do not know
'where to find it.
Ask a doctor in a white coat
walking fast, where is
the building number five.
'-The Fifth section is the bottom,
straight to her '.
I walk slowly, while I see
that from the building to my right side,
from the windows, many people look at me
with a mixture of surprise horror.

By the fifth section, there is a kind
penumbra, almost dark.
A long corridor, but the rooms are
arranged so bizarre, asymmetrical
totally wrong.
On the ground, the dirt I get
up to the ankles.
I see, in filth, an aborted fetus,
of a child, with curls of blacks.
On my right, an open room:
above a bed, a huge black dog,
Shorthair, smooth and shiny.
Asleep, lying on his side,
but I do not trust.
Down the hall, I see the boys in
feet, do not do anything, it seems not to be
even notice me, but I can not make out
their faces.
The dream ends here.
This is a summary reconstruction
of a dream than a year ago,
I had written down, but then the external drive
where he had saved the text, was
damaged along with many other data.

   ( Camillo Catellani, March 3, 2015 Afternoon)