Grazie.

"Per cosa?"

Per avermi lasciato quando tutto il mondo mi stava crollando addosso.
Ora sono talmente tanto forte da avere il coraggio di dirti tutto quello ce ho sempre voluto dirti: "Vaffanculo".

Efraim Redina Reyes

Ogni qualvolta

m'accorgo che mi si va formando intorno alla bocca una piega arcigna [...] allora giudico che sia giunto il momento di andare per mare il più presto possibile. 

Moby Dick

Degli amori mancati per un soffio non ne parla mai nessuno.

Nessuno capisce che non sempre si continua a vivere come prima se pure il proiettile ti schiva e cambia traiettoria, che ciò che ferisce a volte non è mai accaduto, non sempre è il prodotto di una fine. È solo troppo difficile da raccontare per essere credibile e così diventa un segreto che muore con te.

M. Bisotti

Why Killer Whales Don’t Eat People

Natsilane was a charismatic and skilled wood carver who married the Chief’s daughter. Jealous of Natsilane’s popularity and talent, his brothers-in-law devised a plan to abandon Natsilane at sea during a traditional sea lion hunt. Left to die on a small rock in the middle of nowhere, Natsilane was summoned under the waves by a sea lion. The sea lion asked him to heal his son who was injured by a spear during the hunt. After pulling the spear point out, the Sea Lion Chief granted Natsilane great powers and helped him back to shore. Still angry about being abandoned, he began carving a great whale out of different types of wood. The first two carvings, when set in the water, simply floated away. But the third, made of yellow cedar, came to life. Natsilane sent it to exact revenge on his brothers-in-law. When the killer whale found them, he smashed their canoe and killed the brothers. But Natsilane felt badly about what he had done, and when the whale returned to him, he instructed it to never harm humans again. 

The legend tries to explain something curious about orcas. They don’t attack people. The question is — why not? On a simple, biological scale they are bigger and stronger than we are, have sharper teeth, and they’re carnivores. Any similar creature might see humans as a tasty little snack, but not orcas. 

Observation has shown that one answer may not be far from the ancient legend. Killer whales seem to follow rules that go beyond basic instinct and border on culture. Individual pods forage, communicate and navigate differently, much the way different cultures of people do. Researchers have witnessed “greeting ceremonies” between pods. They’ve even seen the equivalent of a funeral. It may very well be that within “orca culture” there is a social norm not to go after people. 

A more scientific explanation might be that we’re simply not tasty enough to be included on the killer whales’ menu. Orcas, it turns out, have picky palates. The Southern Resident Killer Whales of Puget Sound dine on only the fattest Chinook salmon, even if it means allowing an entire school of skinnier salmon to swim by. Transient orcas, which have a broader diet, have shown similar selective behavior, in one case killing a gray whale but eating only its tongue. A third possible reason is that we don’t resemble any food source killer whales typically depend on. There have reportedly been incidents where an orca attempted to hunt a human, but broke off the hunt immediately upon realizing it wasn’t a sea lion.

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Per the Orca's

Roberto Bubas, a park ranger whose duty is to patrol the beach and keep tourists away from wildlife, entered the water with and pet the wild orca population for many years. He was forced to stop when people complained that he was violating laws that stated marine mammals could not be touched in this protected area of Patagonia.

Puoi non crederci,

ma ci sono persone che attraversano la vita senza attriti o angosce.Persone che vestono bene, mangiano bene, dormono bene. Persone appagate della loro vita familiare. Persone che hanno i loro momenti di afflizione,ma tutto sommato non ne sono disturbate e in genere stanno benissimo. E quando muoiono si tratta di una morte pacifica, di solito nel sonno.

Puoi non crederci ma persone del genere esistono davvero. Ma io non sono uno di loro. Oh no, non ci sono neppure vicino ad essere uno di loro.

Gli alieni, Charles Bukowski

Aveva,

come altre persone, l’abitudine di sorridere esageratamente quando voleva trattenere il pianto.

 C. R. Zafón; L’Ombra del Vento

His last words

Last words of author Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961), 

spoken to his wife before he committed suicide.

Early the next morning he shot himself.

I have lots and lots of time to waste on the internet. And occasionally, in the midst of all the time wasting, I come across something sort of worthwhile. Like just now, when I found this list of the last words of famous writers. They were all interesting, and you should go read the whole list, but one really stuck with me. Ernest Hemingway’s last words were, “Good night my kitten,” spoken to his fourth wife, Mary. Early the next morning he shot himself. I just can’t stop thinking about it. I’m a girl, and emotional, and separated from my lover, so first off, the sweetness of, “Good night my kitten,” made me tear up a bit. Not even ashamed to admit it. And then thinking of Mary snuggling up to Ernie’s bushy beard and falling asleep, probably thinking everything was normal. Not knowing that he’d just said good night to her for the last time. And Hemingway, with his arm around her…already knowing what he was going to do in the morning? Knowing he was holding her for the last time. God, what must have been going through his head? I mean, I know he started to go a little crazytown in the end, that he’d already been undergoing shock therapy for his suicidal thoughts. I’m just having a hard time marrying the innocence of, “Good night my kitten,” with the gruesomeness of shooting yourself in the head. I’m sure Mary did too. Source