Monday 28th April 2008

“Mystics”: much better the word “Agapic”.

 

Theology of liberation. “…many Latin-American bishops. Started as conservatives opene to social charity, they have arrived at so-called progressive positions – communist, at a certain extent, for local oligarchies – because they have understood that helping the poor is not enough: reforms in the socio-economic structure of the Continent are needed.

The fact is that the Theology of liberation – and its backbone, made by basic communities – has been much more than a mere new reading of the Gospel in the Marxist point of view, like its adversaries have showed it…

In the magmatic river of the Theology of liberation, since the 70’s until the end of the 80’s, a lot of needs and expectations were expressed. A poorer Church, less hierarchic, more involved. Social justice and economic and political reforms. Freedom of theological research. Attention to the birth control. Respect of liberty of conscience. Comparison with atheism and communism, for it bared the hypocrisies of « Christian society ». opening to other religions and Christian churches.”: Marco Politi on the issue n. 1049, 25th April 2008 of “il venerdì di Repubblica”.

 

Ratzinger, Bossi, Cl: the Supreme Commander triad.

 

Helder Camara deplores that “liberty” is a non-sense and empty word for those who do not have a house deserving this name, or real food or clothes, or the least education or working conditions.

 

What about Populorum Progressio of Paolo VI, that, according to Marco Politi, “recognized the right to revolt against the social structures always unfair”?

 

Dedicated the Monday to angels.

 

Love is Beauty.

 

Angels are not rare like the wonderful snow leopards. They are everywhere, myriads of them, even in a drop of water.

Microorganisms of love, airy and punctiform powers. Cosmic petals. Universal vibrations.

 

Beauty s-hines and im-plende.

 

Christ, cosmic Word.

 

Christ, perfect humanity.

 

Trinity, burning rose bush. Three transcendental roses. Empurpled by the crucified Word.

 

Burning towers of love

And green bows

And wisest deers

In your peanuts cake

Of Viking angel.

February 2001

 

Snow on the sea.

Lemming

Upset by the moon

The heart.

8 December 2001

 

Stubs of memories

Under the blossoming street-lamps.

6 February 2002

 

Waterway of poets

Towards labors of moon.

13 November 2001

 

Between rainbows of stone

I have swallowed the tears of the wind.

20 February 2002

 

With bride lashes

In the song of the tires

The rain pools.

20 February 2002

 

Full moon

Stones-flowers

And me, tree of light.

5 June 2001

 

You break down and exist.

5 June 2001

 

Wings of fire

On the sea of white roses.

27 November 2003

 

Yellow thunder of brooms

In July wind.

But I, elsewhere,

Tread sand of snow.

Greek archangel

Dazed by green sea.

July 2000

 

I wore the ring of the sun

And on the desert moon

I tasted the dates of the heart.

6 February 2002

 

I whistle to the moon.

White demons howl

On the sea full of joy.

28 February 2002

 

Among the water games

You disappear

and

fall

wet of abyss.

27April 2003

 

with the moon

mother of the dead and sister of the angels

my sister

has come back:

sea swallow

free and loving.

May 2000

 

Featherless moon

With the nightingale sound

Stressed by so much sky.

June 2000

 

Presepies  of moon

On the rib of the heart.

February 2001

This article is available in Italian too