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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