Last night I dreamed of putting words, a notebook and my diary / journal in the freezer. They went well preserved. And for a long time. The book was one that I bought recently, a beautiful scarlet red binder where will all the notes of the semester, in short, an important object, fondaemntale right now. The agenda is all me now. E 'valuable, qualified by an affective priceless memories already contains, contains secrets and designs future plans and preserves pages ocher still fine, sweet, to be filled (if done to consonance "ocher yet ..? pperòò ah!). Surely a well of great value. And then the words. Yes, even those put in the freezer. I'm sure they were words heard the night before, so full of emotion to take on a texture. meant to be placed there, nestled in a secret, magical, crystal clear. Made to be made immutable, to be seen and read again each time you need, always the the same warm color, ready to revive a moment, one that takes the throbbing heart for a second at the thought.
thinking in the dream becomes an image, then the interpretation stabiliscono quei meccanismi di combinazione immagine e significato.
E se fosse:
Vane=Freezer
Oggetti affettivi+colore rosso=Cuore
Yours,
Vane
(mani fredde, cuor sincero)
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