Monday 5th May 2008

The diabolic blunderer, ventilante the carthusian, hinted at the Dove and Its Breath. Ridiculing Them.

 

I, I, Jesus keeps saying it. The emphasis of the I would not make any sense  on the lips of an only child, overwhelmed by the Ego, like all the children and only male children.

Behind the I of Jesus His noisy family echoes made of little brothers and sisters, under the gratified and careful glance of Myriam.

 

Myriam, after the prodigious and painless birth of Jesus, paid the following births with suffering. A suffering that for many girls of her same age, left in the empirical and rudimental care of the midwives, often meant to die. They were almost babies. Buds just opened and cut.

This article is available in Italian too