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Opis ebooka The W island - Massimo Bocconi

A book one can live, breathing the air where seagulls fly and don’t, feeling the water always flowing everywhere, talking with the pluri-shape colourful earth, and pinpointing its own passion fire.A simple book about freedom, in the present by an island, introducing itself with a real intimate question about the meaning of the word ‘’aware’’, and realizing the awareness inside that word and letter, the W, as name of the island and of its book together.

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Table of contents

INDEX

IN

1. THE DOUBLE LIFT AND THE GREY 9.

2. THE EASTERN DELI ''BY MALTINA''.

3. THE SEAGULL RENDEZ-VOUS ON THE W ISLAND.

4. THE WATER BOTTLE AND THE SILENT SHOUT INTO THE HYPOGEUM.

5. THE SCARPETTA INSIDE THE ''NOSHOE'' RESTAURANT.

6. APRIL 5 FOR HIM, AND HER THE DAY BEFORE.

7. THE POT AND CHICKEN WITH PC INSIDE.

8. 44 KILOS OF CLAMS, PLEASE!

AND

Credits

INDEX

IN

1. THE DOUBLE LIFT AND THE GREY 9.

2. THE EASTERN DELI “BY MALTINA”.

3. THE SEAGULL RENDEZ-VOUS ON THE W ISLAND.

4. THE WATER BOTTLE AND THE SILENT SHOUT INTO THE HYPOGEUM.

5. THE SCARPETTA INSIDE THE “NOSHOE” RESTAURANT.

6. APRIL 5 FOR HIM, AND HER THE DAY BEFORE.

7. THE POT AND CHICKEN WITH PC INSIDE.

8. 44 KILOS OF CLAMS, PLEASE!

AND

IN

“What does really mean being aware, free, and flying beyond the mind that traps me inside?”

Aware is a real strong word and for me has a meaning of presence, like being present in to the present. It states for the pure joy ‘’hurrah’’, and in the Italian language can be symbolically shortened by the W letter. Exactly as the name of the island where I actually am, always with the present, with no past and future. Where there was no yesterday and won’t be any tomorrow, because all is happening in the now moment, the one I tune myself in, just and only in to the present:

‘’Is that difficult?, and, at the same time it can be easy too. A good deep breath, and just in to the present’’. Fresh air that gets into the nose, revitalizing the entire body; air that gets out, and semplifies myself. ‘’Now; now; now; now!’’

I am walking along its coast, and all these colors - blue, azure, turquoise and green, they are enchanting me. All together, they smell and expand by the wind - always present too, throughout the sky that changes over and over again. A sky where, unless owning some wings, one can fly through by the imagination, using its own machine.

The sea is attracting me and I choose to dive in. Getting into it, the salt water is cold, and it gives me a believable experience, while wrapping and refreshing me up. Its essence goes under into my skin till reaching mine, and its salty taste plays up my smell, giving myself more sensuality:

‘’I am really enjoying it’’, and so, I stop myself and breathe. “Again; one more time; once again; again’’, I drop my anchor for a while and enjoy.

Didascalia...

1. THE DOUBLE LIFT AND THE GREY 9.

I wake up completely wet. Above and below, everywhere I’m wet.

‘’Fuck, what a dream! Shit, what a place that island! I wanna come back there, and there has to be a fast way to move immediately to the other side’’, I think aloud.

So, I close my eyes looking for something. A door, a closet, a tunnel, a bridge, a level crossing, a mouth, a lake, a catapult, a rocket, a well, a wing pair, a terrace. It doesn’t matter what and how, I wanna find the way.

My mobile phone rings, it’s the alarm. I pick it up and the display marks 04:04 am. Yet the sun is on the other side, and out there it’s still dark. I get up from the bed cause I am thirsty, need some water, and also some fresh air on the balcony. While filling up the glass, I hear a sound like a machine coming from below, and suddenly my home door opens up. I go to the entrance but nobody is there, and the floor is totally empty. Nothing. Once again another sound, still reminding to a machine, and this time it’s the lift coming up. It stops and outside, on its display, I can clearly read for a while “Pinecone”, the name of the manufacturing company. The lift opens the door, and it’s completely dark with none inside. I get in, the door shuts up, the number 9 of the inside display gets a grey light, and, for an instant, I realize the building I’m living in has only 6 floors.

The lift starts, while the tap water is flowing, the glass overflows, and my hand gets wet. Just few seconds and we stop, when the color of the number 9 floor has nomore the grey light on. The lift door opens again, and a totally white weird metallic building appears in front of me, looking like a bridge. A pedestrian bridge indeed, and a terrace with a new wooden floor at the same time. I look at the horizon, and, one more time, I can see the sea, again, as in the dream:

‘’I am here, hurrah!’’

All the times I’m in front of it, face to face with the sea, my heart stops for a while. And in that while, it blows up inside for such a beauty.

‘’Ok, I am in!, I’m on the W island, this time awake”, I say.

I’m experiencing a thrill. Some wind is blowing, and I breathe more to calm down. In and out, consciously. But something is stopping me. I can feel an external presence on myself that is moving, but I can’t see anyone. Suddenly, against to my right ear, a small mouse, white himself too, yells:

‘’Yessss, I’m Maltese, the english speaking mouse please, welcome! See you around, byyyyeeee’’, running fast away, and vanishing behind the white building.

There is a really quite atmosphere here around, in this place, while descending down the white building stairs, getting closer to the sea. I cross the road and, still downward, reach the rocks because of touching this so blue water, due to the sunbath. I stop myself, and take off my shoes, socks, t-shirt and then my trousers. I stand in knickers and, luckly, today I am wearing some on. They are black and nobody is around so, I choose to take them off as well, cause of having a more sensual experience with it.

The water is really cold; I have gooseflesh, and my body hair are all straight up. And, I move forward and slowly sink into its height, paying attention to not stepping on all those black, brown and violet sea urchins, that blissfully are wachting. Into the water till disappearing down into it. I am in, swimming inside, like that small jellyfish passing by in front of me, blue itself too with big violet stripes:

“What a beauty!”

The jellyfish looks like a giant flower that goes around, carrying water inside water. And, it looks also an hair hat at the same time, kind of hat usually oneself can find in a women hairstylist. And so, I close the eyes and let myself totally go. It’s now believable, even now I can feel its slimy body through my skin:

“Oh shit! The jellyfish is on my head, like the hat”.

“Listen carefully to these information, cause I can’t repeat them. I can share them only with a person, just for one time, and then dying. I am just one but, we are many all around, like me, as violet jellyfish”.

Nobody is talking but, I can put together all those words in a reasonable sentence. In human language I mean. I just feel a sound, sensing a frequency coming from the head top, always from above, and I answer I wanna sense with my entire body. I answer I am ready to receive the information.

“The moment for the fulfillment is now here. An ancient potential is one more time awake, and it looks for someone who is ready to take on its full responsibility. Choosing that, then look at “the top” of the island, and when you need an advice look for another like me, a violet jellyfish into the sea. It’s up to you, only and entirely up to you”.

I get off the sea a little bit shaken, while once again, those words resound inside me. Fulfillment. Ancient. Potential. Awake. Being ready. Responsibility. Choice. Top. Advice. Violet jellyfish.

I dress myself rapidly and start to walk to nowhere, looking for a place where to rest, breathe, and allow my self to find one more time my balance.

As I like, the bed of this loft is really hard but, I can’t sleep. My eyes are closed and, while breathing, I can hear the sound of a waterfall. A spring or some water that’s flowing but, where I am now, there are no waterfalls, springs, and nor flowing water. Just a lot of sea all around:

“How can it be possible to hear the sea sound, being closed inside this small loft with such a thick walls, and windows furthermore closed to keep a fresh temperature inside?”

It’s pretty normal to feel the tension and be agitated, with a really weird energy sorrounding me outside. So, a bit of self-love, taking an outdoor walk or dancing, with them I can usually restore my balance. Sometimes I need all of them too, and not always following the same order. There’s someone who smokes a cigarette after sex, and some who goes out for a walk. As I’m doing now, right the time to dry myself, dress up, and close the door behind.

While leaving, I feel like to have a coffee, and in the distance I can glimpse a three time W, above of something that seems to be a real bar. I get inside.

“Hello, one espresso, please!”, I order the barmaid. “Outside there are three W letters and, can you tell me, please, how to connect to internet, to your wi-fi?” carrying on.

“We don’t have any internet connection here. Those three outside Ws are not there with the meaning of world wide web but, they stand for ‘’Why White Wine’’, the bar name”, she answers, “and here it is your espresso!”

I don’t move for a while and, again, one more time that waterfall sound replays into my ears. But no water falling around, neither that one from the bar tap. And while I get my coffee, two worried men get into the bar. They ask for red wine, two glasses, and start to talk each other in a low voice, at the bar, making gesture in a chaotic way. The older man has a scorpion tattoo on the left arm, close to the wrist. Suddenly, the tone of their voice turns up, and I can’t avoid to hear what they are saying:

“Today, it’s notably agitated. Not just here but, also somewhere else on the island other people report the same. Nobody knows the real reason, and it doesn’t say nothing but its favorite sentence. You know, being so huge with roots going under into the deep sea, and a trunk-pillar for the entire island, it is able everywhere to all listen with its red ears. They bloom everywhere, and know exactly everything about everybody, while it appears not giving a shit at all”.

“What they are fucking talking about?”, I say myself.

And the second man answers back: “this time you know what? Fuck, I don’t give a shit too! I don’t care a viscus rather, like the name it likes too much to call itself with”.

And while listening accidentally to the conversation, suddenly I crash with one of two. Saying sorry, I get the chance of the contact just asking:

“Excuse me, I’m new around and, don’t you know a place, here, renowned with the name of the Top?”

“The Top, what do you mean with the Top?”, the younger man answers.

“Romolo, forget it!’’, the second one, the older, carries on, ‘’we don’t have enough time, now, to look after a stanger”.

“My name is Guglielmo, nice to meet you; so, now, I am not anymore a stranger. And, I would really like to find the Top of the island, it’s important”, I answer back.

“This island has no tops, cause there are no mountains’’, the older goes on, ‘’just an upland but, it is neither 300 meters high”, the older goes on.

“I am Romolo”, the younger says, “and, I’d like to help you more but, your question is too much unclear. Maybe, the Top you are focusing on, it does’t refer to a geographic place but, to something else?!” he wanders.

“How can I explain them about the violet jellyfish, and its advice regarding the Top?, they probably can think I’m totally crazy!”, thinking to myself and say: “I am actually reading a book about this island, when a jellyfish suggests the protagonist to look at the Top of the W Island. So, I am asking myself if, here, that Top really exists or it’s that just fantasy?”