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Dreamtime

Butterfly

As a man in daylight dreamtime, trying to let go of delusive teachings, and as a butterfly in nightly awakening, my heart peacefully lying on the moon, I breathe, therefore I know I am loved.

Three travellers, one door

– How do you feel? – Mom said, putting a hand on her forefront. – Yes. – – What do you mean by that? – Temperature seemed not too bad. – Yes, ok, I can sleep. – – Good girl. Come here! – And hugged her tightly, taking her time. She always did like that lately. – I’ll switch off the light now. – Printing a kiss on her left cheek. – Mom – – Yes? – Pulling the switch up again – Did you ever have shower with dad? – – What? Why you ask? – Unexpected topics and questions had become the norm more than the exception with her. Still, …

Both Sides – Side Two

At times, when I’m traveling, I wake up in the midst of the night in some foreign place, yet I am completely sure to lie in my own bed. Then it gradually becomes apparent that something is different: the size and shape of the room has changed, the bedside tables are somewhere else or nowhere to be found, the door is on a different wall. After realizing that, usually a few seconds are enough for me to start recalling events that brought me there; still, before that moment, there’s a pause, a corner in time where ideas about myself and my own character with perspectives, thoughts and emotions haven’t completely …

Both Sides – Side One

He passed the library, the central way, the petrol station, the priority sign to the highway, the traffic light at the back road cross. Work was in progress there to pave back a damaged section in front of the speed detector, a segment that could become quite dangerous when drivers slowed down abruptly. A black boy wearing a fluorescent jacket was governing the travel directions; indolent and bored, he was barely holding the signaling disk in his left hand while gripping a walkie talkie with the other one; he was slowly, mechanically and almost imperceptibly waving over and over again the green light line, calling upon them to proceed. After a …

An Union

He put the percolator on the small fire, then poured three fingers of milk in the saucepan and set it on the fire nearby. If only the kitchen was bigger, a better equipped hob wouldn’t have been a bad thing and some more small fires wouldn’t have been either; perhaps with better equipment he wouldn’t have burned the milk anymore. Truth was, anyway, if he had given up the bad habit of doing other things while cooking and had spent a bit more attention to the fires, then those that were already there would have been enough. He realized his kitchen was looking pretty much like his mother’s. How come …

About Dreamtime

Australian Aboriginals believe in a sacred era, the Dreamtime, in which ancestral totemic spirits created everything in the world. In fact, according to them, all things and events that exist today are part of a complex network of relationships that trace back to the Dreamtime. There, the souls of all the places and creatures, including human ones, exist forever together with the primordial spirits. An human being is believed to host a special kind of soul that is meant to protect the natural world and, above all, the place and the spirit where the soul entered the developing baby. As a consequence, the Australian Aboriginal culture is about preserving nature and minimizing any human impact. …