Category Archives: whale/ balena

La prima balena/ The first whale

Trascrizione di un sogno raccontatomi:
Massimiliano, un bimbo di due anni e mezzo, ha, per la prima volta, preso coscienza di aver sognato grazie ad una balena di peluche ricevuta in dono. Si é svegliato una mattina dicendo alla sua mamma di aver sognato che la balena gli mangiava il pancino.

Transcript of a dream recounted to me:
Massimiliano, a child of two and a half years old, became first aware of having dreamed, thanks to a stuffed whale that he received as a gift. He woke up one morning by saying to his mother that he dreamed that the whale was eating his tummy.

Medieval writings and a magic orca

I am in my old bedroom at my parents house sometime in the early 90s. I appear as I did when I was about 14 or 15 or so. It is nighttime and the sun has not quite yet begun to rise. I can hear my mom and dad stirring in their bedroom down the hall. Because I like to sleep in and afraid that my dad will try to get me at the same time he does (which is something he did throughout my whole teenage life) I get up and quietly close the door to my room.
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Memorie d’infanzia/ Memories of infancy

Una sensazione di oscuritá invade lo spazio del sogno. A poco a poco da questa si percepisce un movimento, che dona un senso di profonditá alla visione. Si aggiunge la sensazione di uno spazio, creata da una specie di eco diffusa. L’immagine si allontana dal punto in cui era fissata e sento scivolarmi sulla superficie di questa oscuritá finché incontro una forma convessa che fa per aprirsi e mostra una pupilla che pulsa di vita. Scivolo ancora, questa volta indietro, lo sento. Scivolo sulla pancia, poi sulla schiena. Afferro una pinna e mi ranicchio sul dorso di una balena. Scivolo e provo felicitá sulla pancia.

A feeling of darkness invades the space of the dream. Gradually, from the darkness a movement is perceived, which gives a sense of depth to the vision. A feeling of space is addes , created by a kind of echo widespread. The image moves away from where it was fixed and I feel slipping on the surface of the darkness until I meet a convex shape which is to open up and shows a pupil, which throbs with life. My body slides again, this time back, I feel it. I slide on my belly, then on the back. I grab a fin and nuzzle on the back of a whale. I feel happiness sliding on the belly.