The truth is the most massacred thing by men. He had to be killed. A priori. He, real, veracious, true. He, Truth.
Adults lie in their essence. Your friends hardly tell the truth.
Umberto Eco. An intellectual-monument. And he likes it.
The Family of Nazareth. He adopts a son who is not his. She, after the only virginal maternity, goes back to conjugal sex. Joseph, man sexually satisfied, husband from every point of view.
The house of Nazareth flourished with laughers, joy, games. In so much humanity the humanised Word flourished.
The holy palaces are the place of the whole worldwide gossip.
The house of Nazareth was not a chasterhouse nor a cloister.
Christian girls do not have a perfect human model in Mary. Yet she lived the very first trepidations of love, she laughed with her eyes and her breast, she conquered Joseph’s glance with her raven hair, with her lily-like neck. She was the mother of the Most Beloved, in front of whom women’s womb trembled with love.
All of you churches have massacred your flesh and bodies, but mostly the flesh and the body of the Chosen Ones (man and woman).
Jesus, as an adolescence, experienced the erection and laughed of it.
Women were the Last Supper directors, its creatures of love and goodbye.
Martini, choosing Jerusalem as his life final place, foresees the revolutionary act that God decides for the bishop of Rome.
Jesus Christ was not surrounded by pseudo-nuns.
Church is not democratic, but more than democratic because it is evangelical.
Our catholic dream: a brotherly and deaconic church.
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