Pasqua... de che ?!
between 15 minutes to get off. Begins the washing of the feet. I have never felt so little Catholic in my life. I have never so little desire to go to Mass as Easter, Christmas, New Year. And I realize that here, in Torre del Greek, North Africa, freedom of religion in certain population groups, is still something to be conquered. I seem to only so many meaningless words and listen to what many people think that for me to repeat verbatim, like a beautiful song.
The third day he rose again. This is the Easter . But there are now about 150 km from here 281 people do not resuscitate. So for me that is much more 'participation in the pain of those people who do not resuscitate, rather than one, one that is resurrected.
Pope, when he has time, will find the earthquake victims. Of course, the survivors. Those who thank God to be still alive. Too bad that those dead men, women, older children, can no longer 'thank anyone. For this there is still God. It 's the memetic , ladies and gentlemen. I'll get it next time.
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