Eating and drinking the three Divine People: here is the Sky.
Beauty is a claw in the heart.
Memento to Benedetto XVI: remember about Lot’s wife.
Twilight. Diffused brightness. Metaphysical shapes. Musical knees.
Truth flows singing in my veins.
Profiles and essences slips into the apsis of the heart.
Ovunque angeli adoranti. Gigli-volto.
Truth is the spring point of liquid lines.
Spirit is wind and wing. Vibrant rock. The song of the sand dunes.
Trinity, triple cry of Love.
I fade away and I am in the Triple Love.
God, God, my vital absurd.
Truth, desert agave, crucified by the wind.
Dazzled by the desert like a Tuareg. Captured beforehand by the Oasis. Melted by the flaming Mystery.
Who can pronounce Your Name without dying among Its flames?
Every letter of Your name is only the shadow of a seraph’s shadow.
My God, is it possible to live only adhering to our own body? You take me out of it, in the crater of Your Power.
God, You can because You love me.
Every man knows something about the candid “apples” of Truth.
True intelligence is candid.
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