“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
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