HERONS

This morning I saw two herons circling over the now perpetually dry stream that flows not far from my house and that I am next to for a couple of kilometers along the road that leads me to work. One was gray, the other white. They flew about twenty meters from me, close to each other and far from this world now arid even in winter. Elegant, silent, fascinating and majestic in their slowness they moved in what was their element, the air, caressing it with their wings and twirling on it.
The great egret often practices fratricide while the parents stand by and do not intervene. A young can be pierced by its beaked brother, pecked and then thrown out of the nest. In the great blue heron, on the other hand, fratricide is rare. Scholars agree that the cause is related to the amount of food that the parents bring to the nest. In fact the parents of the white herons bring small boluses of fish sufficient to feed one young at a time; therefore a very aggressive little one can therefore monopolize all the food that the parent brings to the nest. Considering the amount of nourishment brought by the parents, a puppy gets more by aggressively getting rid of the siblings than by not sharing it. In the blue heron, on the other hand, the parents tend to arrive at the nest protecting whole fish a quantity of food far much greater than that which a single baby can consume on its own.

STORY OF A LITTLE BIRD

A little bird was about to freeze to death in the snow. It was freezing cold. He was almost done for. On his way a cow. He sees him, approaches, turns and poops on him. How disgusting you will say. the little bird.
Moral of the story: Not all the shit thrown at you is bad Sometimes it helps to save your life or ... To open your eyes!

BIRD HEART

As we lay on the bed you suddenly asked me what I thought about the love between Romeo and Juliet. The awareness of absolute and immortal love, I answered dryly. As the protagonists embody the same essence of love. I remember that my teacher used this sentence that I could not explain … if I had to explain love it is just like that and from that moment that sentence explained well by another person (because I could not do it, there I could) remained inside me. The teacher took the words out of my mouth. Matching feelings is not what kind of family you have … a person is important for who they are. Too bad, however, that this is not understood by everyone. Overwhelming love, free in a certain sense, passionate, spontaneous, pure and true but also suffered. For love we suffer. Certain bonds you feel them inside and that’s it and you are the same essence of the love that I possess.
I wake up with a start and find you there … Bound by a thousand chains .. And I find myself looking at my hand hiding a key .. That passion that would simply like to belong … That life that you fill my thoughts … That life that fills my spaces … That sweet gaze is profound … That has now dissolved my every will … My every barrier … Making me attentive to a particular … Love is not chains … But it’s trust .. Freedom .. Respect … Love .. A simple word … But that can be the cause of excruciating suffering … There is a remedy for physical pain .. The scars heal … But to the heart … Where emotions and feelings are the masters … That wound .. It will remain open .. until it gets you to experience that feeling of nothing .. That feeling of emptiness .. That feeling of inadequacy .. That only the heart … but above all the soul can filter … Because nothing is nobody has the right to turn off our heart … The passion .. The love … The life that is part of it .. They are an immense and precious asset .. Now give me your hand and give me your power .. Let’s fight together .. For the heart .. For love … Because each of us deserves happiness ..

Human relationships are feeble cords. I don’t believe in destiny, but in the indeterminate law of chaos: a week ago I met two tourists who were next to me on the vaporetto just a few days earlier. I don’t think they noticed, I remembered them and I will never see them again. Who knows how many people we meet, how many we let go without trying further, how many hold back against our will, how many instead you would like to weave thicker cords and yet no, you can’t. We should accept the situation and go further and yet it is complicated. Have I climbed over death and can’t I get over this? Perhaps all of this is difficult for me, because it is a period that I feel the desire for stimulating human relationships. For me, finding one is so rare that I can’t accept failure, after having found one that I thought was one. Also, the refusal for not being considered as stimulating. Although painful, this is also an experience. Fruitful or not, we’ll see. Meanwhile, I still think about it.

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