Sunday 19th September 2010

A dead mischievous girl

 

Saturday 18th September 2010. Happily woken and shaken up by aunt Gennarina, dead. When I was a little boy, she delighted me with huge lemon ice creams: she was a bar woman and an ice-cream maker.

Surprisingly, at night, I notice that the day after, Sunday 19, is  Saint Gennaro.

 

 

Faith must not be worshipped. Neither faith nor life.

 

 

Since 30th July

Over 50 days

Have passed

Of fasting from solid food

And lifesaving drugs

 

 

Jesus Resurrected

 

I will use You form My glory in a much glorious way

I distressed you lots of times and you have believed, despite everything

In no man like in you I will show My face and My arm

Live in your house like in a temple

As a solitary and still you will move in all directions

They will condemn My glory and you

But you live from Love in Truth

I distressed you and you have believed

As for your concrete needs, you will never lack anything

I only want this from you:

Believe in My love

 

Sunday 5th September 2010. 4,20 p.m.

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