The W island

By 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.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Massimo Bocconi
• Release date: Jun 15, 2017
• ISBN: 9788826453910

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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