Circus
"Ladies and Sior Hasten, come!
E 'came the circus!
Magicians, acrobats, jugglers and clowns ...
The circus!"
Everywhere, in every spring, the arrival in the city hall and colored theater madness.
A melancholy and smiling clown gave a hug like to invite you to dream.
She reached out and bought that kiss of love, stood with eyes closed listening to the secret places of the people who ever lived and who are afraid that leave lost like the sound of silence.
Diving and tumbling, juggling multicolored give lightly lies unravel truth from God.
squeezed her hands, thought-here-now are, without a jacket and shoes. But the soul
that's it, from dusk to dawn will come.
New roads, new skies, new crowds, new experiences, new eyes, new possible ways, new words and sounds, new pages.
Everything is to be rewritten, everything is rewritable.
A new route to the voices, hidden in the shadows, writes to me.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Non-dairy Creamer Vs. Soy Milk
After spending an afternoon filled with calm and reassuring, Electra came home one afternoon waiting for loading, eros and music.
as always washed their hands, took off his shoes and clothes with a rush dropping unimportant as to draw a rough path to overcome with a smile, slipped under a jet of boiling water to clean up the last remnants of yet another flirt finished before you begin, carefully wiped completing the ritual stroking the body with scented essence vaguely woody notes and put on his blue silk babydoll china-and new shoes with high heels.
He looked in the mirror admiring and nasty, ready to be seduced by his lucid and faithful friend of the blacks and white keys, walked into the living room with hand winding and ancheggiante, turned off the light, settled himself on the bench to find a soft and slightly sensual, closed his eyes and began to move his fingers to the rhythm of the breath ... and deep melancholy notes, and fusion sound dissonant, after a while, I suggest you move your lips ... a voice, his, finally began to be felt by improvising a hoarse and soft lunfardo ...
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Hollywood Waxing Minnesota
After hours
Together they had put to bed.
The girl fell asleep in a flash, Electra, she put a few more ticking.
began to dream, until he woke up drenched in sweat;
in the dream had finally met his friend Art, the man who was fascinated with his words and with the skillful strokes of a pencil.
He had glimpsed from behind, in a basement lit by candles only.
Her heart was pounding, his fantasy was about to finally take form and, on tiptoe, went over to hug him but the image that was revealed when the man was turned he would throw open their eyes to even the most fearless. Rest
an interminable moment to square that image soffernò lopsided and for a time that seemed to be eternal sull'asimettria disgusting ear: the right was very small and hairy, the left lobe was huge, with a jagged four deformed growths .
screamed and ran, not knowing where and not realizing that outside, there was a storm so strong that ... ran, breathless, eyes widened when he realized only take heart that it was an ugly, endless dream . He rose
and, without turning on the light, went into the kitchen to prepare a hot tea and draw ... not to forget, to look at the bottom of the man who was still scared ...
Together they had put to bed.
The girl fell asleep in a flash, Electra, she put a few more ticking.
began to dream, until he woke up drenched in sweat;
in the dream had finally met his friend Art, the man who was fascinated with his words and with the skillful strokes of a pencil.
He had glimpsed from behind, in a basement lit by candles only.
Her heart was pounding, his fantasy was about to finally take form and, on tiptoe, went over to hug him but the image that was revealed when the man was turned he would throw open their eyes to even the most fearless. Rest
an interminable moment to square that image soffernò lopsided and for a time that seemed to be eternal sull'asimettria disgusting ear: the right was very small and hairy, the left lobe was huge, with a jagged four deformed growths .
screamed and ran, not knowing where and not realizing that outside, there was a storm so strong that ... ran, breathless, eyes widened when he realized only take heart that it was an ugly, endless dream . He rose
and, without turning on the light, went into the kitchen to prepare a hot tea and draw ... not to forget, to look at the bottom of the man who was still scared ...
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Goldwell Hair Colour Chart
The apparitions - The Virgin of the Poor, Apparition of Our Lady of Guadalupe
The apparitions (Belgium)
January 15, 1933 - March 2, 1933
- The Virgin of the Poor -
The site of the apparitions
Twenty kilometers from Liege high plateau of the Ardennes, close to Spa, is located Banneux, village of Louveciennes. In 1933, the year of the apparitions, Banneux counts 325 inhabitants and the community is not yet considered as a parish, but with a chaplain. Mariette Beco is 11 years old and is the eldest of seven children. The family experienced difficult living conditions and lives a modest detached house, situated across the road on the outskirts the village at the edge of the forest.
The message of Madonna
"I am the Virgin of the Poor", and all those who suffer, "I come to relieve suffering."
"This power is reserved to all nations. Pray very much! Goodbye!"
The apparitions (Belgium)
January 15, 1933 - March 2, 1933
- The Virgin of the Poor -
The site of the apparitions
Twenty kilometers from Liege high plateau of the Ardennes, close to Spa, is located Banneux, village of Louveciennes. In 1933, the year of the apparitions, Banneux counts 325 inhabitants and the community is not yet considered as a parish, but with a chaplain. Mariette Beco is 11 years old and is the eldest of seven children. The family experienced difficult living conditions and lives a modest detached house, situated across the road on the outskirts the village at the edge of the forest.
The message of Madonna
"I am the Virgin of the Poor", and all those who suffer, "I come to relieve suffering."
"This power is reserved to all nations. Pray very much! Goodbye!"
Chronicle of events
"I AM THE VIRGIN OF THE POOR"
Banneux in 1933 was one of the poorest countries of Belgium, between the valley of Vesdre and the provincial road which leads to Liege Spa: a church with a grassy courtyard where children were playing, a few poor houses, a bar, a convenience store, and more farm somewhere in there.
In that year the remote village became a destination for pilgrims, attracted by the miraculous spring "The Fang" who healed the sick. What had happened to Banneux in 1933? There he was shown the sign claimed God believers from all over Belgium. Towards the end of 1932 was a rumor of an apparition of the Virgin Mary with five children to Beauring, south of the province of Namur. He then asked a sign of confirmation with a novena of prayers. The novena ended January 16, 1933. On 15 January, the sign is given to Banneux.
That day, Jan. 15, was Sunday. In the evening, the eldest of seven children of Julian Beco saw a lady in the garden of the house of light. Giuliano smiled incredulously when he heard, mocking the fantasy of his Marietta: twelve years daydreaming! Metal worker, Giuliano had increasingly tightened after the unemployment that had lasted several months. He was covered with a cloth even crucified the only of his house hanging from a kitchen wall. What was there to do, when it gave work to a poor father who had a wife and seven children to feed? Julian wanted to be an honest man, but ... he does not speak of God, if they did not want to hear swearing!
Luisa, his wife left him to his resentment, she too worried about the seven children who did not know how to provide. God (she thought) was in heaven, and she had to fret diminished debts, in the pangs of hunger that aroused bad thoughts, angry feelings ... And most seemed to give only that winter snow and frost!
Banneux in 1933 was one of the poorest countries of Belgium, between the valley of Vesdre and the provincial road which leads to Liege Spa: a church with a grassy courtyard where children were playing, a few poor houses, a bar, a convenience store, and more farm somewhere in there.
In that year the remote village became a destination for pilgrims, attracted by the miraculous spring "The Fang" who healed the sick. What had happened to Banneux in 1933? There he was shown the sign claimed God believers from all over Belgium. Towards the end of 1932 was a rumor of an apparition of the Virgin Mary with five children to Beauring, south of the province of Namur. He then asked a sign of confirmation with a novena of prayers. The novena ended January 16, 1933. On 15 January, the sign is given to Banneux.
That day, Jan. 15, was Sunday. In the evening, the eldest of seven children of Julian Beco saw a lady in the garden of the house of light. Giuliano smiled incredulously when he heard, mocking the fantasy of his Marietta: twelve years daydreaming! Metal worker, Giuliano had increasingly tightened after the unemployment that had lasted several months. He was covered with a cloth even crucified the only of his house hanging from a kitchen wall. What was there to do, when it gave work to a poor father who had a wife and seven children to feed? Julian wanted to be an honest man, but ... he does not speak of God, if they did not want to hear swearing!
Luisa, his wife left him to his resentment, she too worried about the seven children who did not know how to provide. God (she thought) was in heaven, and she had to fret diminished debts, in the pangs of hunger that aroused bad thoughts, angry feelings ... And most seemed to give only that winter snow and frost!
History
Banneux in 1933 was one of the poorest countries of Belgium, between the valley of Vesdre and the road that leads from Liege at Spa, a church with a churchyard grass where the kids were playing, a few poor houses, a bar, a convenience store, and beyond some farm.
In that year the remote village became a destination for pilgrims, attracted by the miraculous spring "The Fang" who healed the sick. What had happened to Banneux in 1933? There he was shown the sign claimed God believers from all over Belgium. Towards the end of 1932 was a rumor of an apparition of the Virgin Mary with five children to Beauring, south of the province of Namur. He then asked a sign of confirmation with a novena of prayers. The novena ended January 16, 1933. On 15 January, the sign is given to Banneux.
That day, Jan. 15, was Sunday. In the evening, the eldest of seven children of Julian Beco saw a lady in the garden of the house of light. Julian smiled incredulously when he heard, mocking the fantasy of his Marietta: twelve years daydreaming! Metal worker, Giuliano had increasingly tightened after the unemployment lasted for several months. He was covered with a cloth even crucified the only of his house hanging from a kitchen wall. What was there to do, when it gave work to a poor father who had a wife and seven children to feed? Julian wanted to be an honest man, but ... he does not speak of God, if they did not want to hear swearing!
Luisa, his wife left him to his resentment, she too worried about the seven children who did not know how to provide. God (she thought) was in heaven and she had diminished fret of the debt, the pangs of hunger that aroused the evil thoughts, angry feelings ... And most seemed to give only that winter snow and frost!
Marlette was not bad
In this tense and grim silence, the seven little kids laughing, arguing and often, when we dream, saw loaves of bread, milk and hot flaming fire. Marietta, the oldest of seven children, who understood the situation on the fly and whose soul was vibrating with all the tensions of father and mother, grew wild and shady. Truant from school and went to catechism classes to get out of the house, but did not study the lessons. Threatened not to be admitted to first Communion, her grief exploded into a rebellious and defiant response: "I do not care." In fact he did not know who he was God, when God was like his father, it was better not to get too close ... That Sunday, January 15, was not even going to Mass or a catechism. Yet
Marietta was not bad. She also had a secret, a treasure, a something of his own that he felt bound unwittingly, perhaps for that of their pre-teens need to have a reason, a force, an intimate joy in living. He had found the street an old rosary, and this crown had tied the best of what led to heart and expressed from time to time by reciting a few Hail Mary's secret. The cold evening of January 15, the surly Marietta did not join the brothers who accompanied his father to bed. She was the oldest, was twelve years old he knew he could do for herself and her brother to wait ten years not yet returned home. He sat at the kitchen window, angry for that delay, there was a blanket of snow outside and so cold! But then Mama Luisa in the next room he heard himself called a voice from Marietta new, affectionate tone. Louise shivered: it seemed that her daughter finally melted into an expression of love, for that unusual rush of voice in which he called it. "Oh, Mom, there's a woman in the garden." Yes, Marietta saw in front of the house, raised off the floor, a luminous figure of a young woman, motionless, his hands clasped and head tilted to the left, as he looked on smiling.
Kidnapped, subjugated by that look sweet and good, Marietta, finally lived as that secret dream of love that brought in the heart, found words to paint, rather than say, what he saw, with a confidence that impressed the poor mother. "Come and see, mom, she has a halo of light as a cloud around it and a halo around his head. It 's the Madonna! How beautiful!". For the mother, an agnostic, it was a ghost. Marietta, confused, looked at the little back yard and saw the white lady smiling and bathed in light. Then she took the rosary and began to pray. After about ten minutes watching moves his arms and motioned him over. Marietta set about to leave, but his mother stopped him. The vision then vanished.
In that year the remote village became a destination for pilgrims, attracted by the miraculous spring "The Fang" who healed the sick. What had happened to Banneux in 1933? There he was shown the sign claimed God believers from all over Belgium. Towards the end of 1932 was a rumor of an apparition of the Virgin Mary with five children to Beauring, south of the province of Namur. He then asked a sign of confirmation with a novena of prayers. The novena ended January 16, 1933. On 15 January, the sign is given to Banneux.
That day, Jan. 15, was Sunday. In the evening, the eldest of seven children of Julian Beco saw a lady in the garden of the house of light. Julian smiled incredulously when he heard, mocking the fantasy of his Marietta: twelve years daydreaming! Metal worker, Giuliano had increasingly tightened after the unemployment lasted for several months. He was covered with a cloth even crucified the only of his house hanging from a kitchen wall. What was there to do, when it gave work to a poor father who had a wife and seven children to feed? Julian wanted to be an honest man, but ... he does not speak of God, if they did not want to hear swearing!
Luisa, his wife left him to his resentment, she too worried about the seven children who did not know how to provide. God (she thought) was in heaven and she had diminished fret of the debt, the pangs of hunger that aroused the evil thoughts, angry feelings ... And most seemed to give only that winter snow and frost!
Marlette was not bad
In this tense and grim silence, the seven little kids laughing, arguing and often, when we dream, saw loaves of bread, milk and hot flaming fire. Marietta, the oldest of seven children, who understood the situation on the fly and whose soul was vibrating with all the tensions of father and mother, grew wild and shady. Truant from school and went to catechism classes to get out of the house, but did not study the lessons. Threatened not to be admitted to first Communion, her grief exploded into a rebellious and defiant response: "I do not care." In fact he did not know who he was God, when God was like his father, it was better not to get too close ... That Sunday, January 15, was not even going to Mass or a catechism. Yet
Marietta was not bad. She also had a secret, a treasure, a something of his own that he felt bound unwittingly, perhaps for that of their pre-teens need to have a reason, a force, an intimate joy in living. He had found the street an old rosary, and this crown had tied the best of what led to heart and expressed from time to time by reciting a few Hail Mary's secret. The cold evening of January 15, the surly Marietta did not join the brothers who accompanied his father to bed. She was the oldest, was twelve years old he knew he could do for herself and her brother to wait ten years not yet returned home. He sat at the kitchen window, angry for that delay, there was a blanket of snow outside and so cold! But then Mama Luisa in the next room he heard himself called a voice from Marietta new, affectionate tone. Louise shivered: it seemed that her daughter finally melted into an expression of love, for that unusual rush of voice in which he called it. "Oh, Mom, there's a woman in the garden." Yes, Marietta saw in front of the house, raised off the floor, a luminous figure of a young woman, motionless, his hands clasped and head tilted to the left, as he looked on smiling.
Kidnapped, subjugated by that look sweet and good, Marietta, finally lived as that secret dream of love that brought in the heart, found words to paint, rather than say, what he saw, with a confidence that impressed the poor mother. "Come and see, mom, she has a halo of light as a cloud around it and a halo around his head. It 's the Madonna! How beautiful!". For the mother, an agnostic, it was a ghost. Marietta, confused, looked at the little back yard and saw the white lady smiling and bathed in light. Then she took the rosary and began to pray. After about ten minutes watching moves his arms and motioned him over. Marietta set about to leave, but his mother stopped him. The vision then vanished.
eight times
From then on, until March 2, Marietta revised eight times the lovely Lady. The strange thing was that the girl immediately felt the need to take the Rosary and recite how many Hail Marys were the beans. Nobody had ever said to Marietta as he composed a Rosary, but she began to get through three, four, up to six times a day and every grain had its Ave Maria. With the crown, the eye, heart, mind, his whole body felt there, lost in that vision of joy. Who was he? On January 18, Marietta saw the young lady still in the garden. This time the vision motioned her to follow her as she stepped back on a bright cloud. Marietta followed her: came out of the garden and found himself on the road. The concerned father followed him, and Marietta could not hear the calls of his father who was deeply impressed. The beautiful Lady preceded as it does when a mother teaches the way for his child. Marietta felt in the short journey to three times as fold by a mysterious force in deep genuflection. The Lady across the road and stopped where a small source formed a small muddy stream. Addressing the girl said, smiling: "Put your hands in the water. This power is reserved to Me Good evening. Goodbye."
Marietta did not understand much, but he obeyed, glad that the sweet figure of a woman had told her: "Goodbye." Even on the evening of 19, he knelt again, full of confidence, to pray and the vision reappeared. The Lady was in a stream of light, as if it came down from the tops of the fir trees of the forest that is near the church, between the road that goes from Louveignèe Tancrémont; forest known as "the poor" because there, who would need cars, could Cut Loose wood for his fireplace. He stopped a few meters from the girl. He said with a sweet melancholy:
"I am the Madonna of the poor.
This source is devoted to Me, for all nations.
To relieve the sick.
I will pray for you.
Goodbye ".
Marietta, these concise statements, may have understood only that the Lady was just the Madonna as she claimed, that it would come back and that would certainly fine if he prayed for her! It seemed strange the way he was qualified "The Madonna of the poor !"... not say it is" in heaven? "which is powerful and good Queen? And if the source was his, because he had to be" for all nations? "And then, the sick! ... In this country poor and cold, they could not be well ...
"Pray a lot!"
There were those who wrote down words, facts, everything, the crowd of onlookers and devotees was increased to Banneux from time to time. It was said then another sign confirming the supernatural nature of these apparitions. The parish priest, Father Jamin, it was recommended by a priest friend about what to do, and talking, had expressed the wish that the father of Marietta should repent. On the evening of that same interview, Beco dad came to the priest for confession and the next day went to the Communion. Who pushed him so far? On day 19, the "Madonna of the Poor" returned and expressed a desire
"I would like a little chapel."
Marietta said it, but by then, the small chapel that she was living with his attitude and the silent recitation of the Rosary, taught the crowd to knees sinking into the snow and stay in prayer gathering. On 11 February, the beautiful Lady came back and said, simply because of his visits:
"I come to soften the pain."
And then a comforting "Goodbye" to Marietta. It showed 15 and 20 of the same month almost to confirm those who believe in you and encourage the faith of doubters. He told:
"Believe in Me, I believe in you. Pray a lot. Goodbye." On 20
repeated in Marietta:
"My dear child, pray much! Goodbye."
Yes, Marietta believed and repeated the invitation to "pray a lot," she became for her life on hold, because the lady was still said "Goodbye." On March 2, was still, but it was a farewell visit, said more explicitly confirmed his name and his message:
"I am the Mother of the Saviour, the Mother of God Pray a lot. Farewell."
Marietta had never doubted her: since the evening of 15 January, the heart had told her the Lady of Light was the Mother of God had heard and passed in his soul, before we hear the call, the need to pray . That "Pray a lot" repeated three times with gentle insistence, it seemed normal, a necessity. But what people thought, the priests, the Bishop? If it was a fantasy of adolescent or a diabolical suggestion, it would fall by itself, but if ... The source actually healed incurable illnesses, but especially heal souls, many souls! The Bishop of Liege, however, says nothing if not in 1942, in the pastoral letter of 19 March in which he gave "full and complete permission to worship at Our Lady of Banneux. In 1949, the same bishop, Msgr. Kerìhofs, recognized as true "without reservation" the eight apparitions of the Blessed Virgin to Mariette Beco. On August 8, was blessed the first stone of the shrine to be built on the site of the apparitions. Since then, every night at seven in the small town a crowd of pilgrims continued the pious prayer of Marietta. The priest knelt at the church sings a Rosary followed by the people. A second Rosary is recited in a procession to the source, interrupted by three genuflections where the girl had made a tour of the Virgin. The third is said to return in the light of torches, punctuated by prayers and praises to Mary.
Marietta later married and had several children.
School of poverty
Banneux is now a center of evangelical spirituality. The primitive path traveled by the slurry tanks, has become a wide road flanked by modern houses, coffee from shops for selling "souvenirs", and leads the church, the source of the wood, to the chapels. At Our Lady holds Banneux the promise and "sweetens suffering" humanity committed on healing sick bodies and souls. But miracles are not the characteristic of Banneux. If the Virgin is using them, only to substantiate his true mission: the Mother of God is evangelizing, teacher, guide, interpreter of the Gospel. Therefore needs to "school", "poor" human reasoning "poor" self, "poor" to claim ... He was chosen as the site Banneux because it was a country of poor, the dispossessed, the evicted, and between them could find the simple ... as he had found Marietta, morose, unwittingly thrust into rebellion but open soul, virgin land. That's it: you, enough hearts "poor" to be able to school; for this is to call the "Madonna of the Poor." What
teaches Mary? The mystery of pain. Respond to "why" of suffering.
You become poor
Banneux to become true "poor." The Virgin is kneeling, is praying the rosary, and with that, do not know how, teach many things to think then never, never understand, never loved. We return children, and the heart can enjoy the playfulness of new creatures. Everyone feels a child, a dearly loved Mother of Sorrows, desolate, abandoned even Lei All of Mary's life and the life of His Son Jesus make you feel that happiness on earth is too ephemeral, and that Our Lady gently brings the infinite eternal joy to be desired where the tears will never sound and the tears become the spark of light.
Marietta did not understand much, but he obeyed, glad that the sweet figure of a woman had told her: "Goodbye." Even on the evening of 19, he knelt again, full of confidence, to pray and the vision reappeared. The Lady was in a stream of light, as if it came down from the tops of the fir trees of the forest that is near the church, between the road that goes from Louveignèe Tancrémont; forest known as "the poor" because there, who would need cars, could Cut Loose wood for his fireplace. He stopped a few meters from the girl. He said with a sweet melancholy:
"I am the Madonna of the poor.
This source is devoted to Me, for all nations.
To relieve the sick.
I will pray for you.
Goodbye ".
Marietta, these concise statements, may have understood only that the Lady was just the Madonna as she claimed, that it would come back and that would certainly fine if he prayed for her! It seemed strange the way he was qualified "The Madonna of the poor !"... not say it is" in heaven? "which is powerful and good Queen? And if the source was his, because he had to be" for all nations? "And then, the sick! ... In this country poor and cold, they could not be well ...
"Pray a lot!"
There were those who wrote down words, facts, everything, the crowd of onlookers and devotees was increased to Banneux from time to time. It was said then another sign confirming the supernatural nature of these apparitions. The parish priest, Father Jamin, it was recommended by a priest friend about what to do, and talking, had expressed the wish that the father of Marietta should repent. On the evening of that same interview, Beco dad came to the priest for confession and the next day went to the Communion. Who pushed him so far? On day 19, the "Madonna of the Poor" returned and expressed a desire
"I would like a little chapel."
Marietta said it, but by then, the small chapel that she was living with his attitude and the silent recitation of the Rosary, taught the crowd to knees sinking into the snow and stay in prayer gathering. On 11 February, the beautiful Lady came back and said, simply because of his visits:
"I come to soften the pain."
And then a comforting "Goodbye" to Marietta. It showed 15 and 20 of the same month almost to confirm those who believe in you and encourage the faith of doubters. He told:
"Believe in Me, I believe in you. Pray a lot. Goodbye." On 20
repeated in Marietta:
"My dear child, pray much! Goodbye."
Yes, Marietta believed and repeated the invitation to "pray a lot," she became for her life on hold, because the lady was still said "Goodbye." On March 2, was still, but it was a farewell visit, said more explicitly confirmed his name and his message:
"I am the Mother of the Saviour, the Mother of God Pray a lot. Farewell."
Marietta had never doubted her: since the evening of 15 January, the heart had told her the Lady of Light was the Mother of God had heard and passed in his soul, before we hear the call, the need to pray . That "Pray a lot" repeated three times with gentle insistence, it seemed normal, a necessity. But what people thought, the priests, the Bishop? If it was a fantasy of adolescent or a diabolical suggestion, it would fall by itself, but if ... The source actually healed incurable illnesses, but especially heal souls, many souls! The Bishop of Liege, however, says nothing if not in 1942, in the pastoral letter of 19 March in which he gave "full and complete permission to worship at Our Lady of Banneux. In 1949, the same bishop, Msgr. Kerìhofs, recognized as true "without reservation" the eight apparitions of the Blessed Virgin to Mariette Beco. On August 8, was blessed the first stone of the shrine to be built on the site of the apparitions. Since then, every night at seven in the small town a crowd of pilgrims continued the pious prayer of Marietta. The priest knelt at the church sings a Rosary followed by the people. A second Rosary is recited in a procession to the source, interrupted by three genuflections where the girl had made a tour of the Virgin. The third is said to return in the light of torches, punctuated by prayers and praises to Mary.
Marietta later married and had several children.
School of poverty
Banneux is now a center of evangelical spirituality. The primitive path traveled by the slurry tanks, has become a wide road flanked by modern houses, coffee from shops for selling "souvenirs", and leads the church, the source of the wood, to the chapels. At Our Lady holds Banneux the promise and "sweetens suffering" humanity committed on healing sick bodies and souls. But miracles are not the characteristic of Banneux. If the Virgin is using them, only to substantiate his true mission: the Mother of God is evangelizing, teacher, guide, interpreter of the Gospel. Therefore needs to "school", "poor" human reasoning "poor" self, "poor" to claim ... He was chosen as the site Banneux because it was a country of poor, the dispossessed, the evicted, and between them could find the simple ... as he had found Marietta, morose, unwittingly thrust into rebellion but open soul, virgin land. That's it: you, enough hearts "poor" to be able to school; for this is to call the "Madonna of the Poor." What
teaches Mary? The mystery of pain. Respond to "why" of suffering.
You become poor
Banneux to become true "poor." The Virgin is kneeling, is praying the rosary, and with that, do not know how, teach many things to think then never, never understand, never loved. We return children, and the heart can enjoy the playfulness of new creatures. Everyone feels a child, a dearly loved Mother of Sorrows, desolate, abandoned even Lei All of Mary's life and the life of His Son Jesus make you feel that happiness on earth is too ephemeral, and that Our Lady gently brings the infinite eternal joy to be desired where the tears will never sound and the tears become the spark of light.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
What Do You Need To Drive An Ambulette
Now
unexpectedly met a girl on a street corner dimly lit.
eyes puffy and shiny, purple hands and posture woven ball.
Not a sound, not even a whimper.
That girl could not ever cry, do it now.
Electra And now has to take care of her.
That girl crying because she was abused and forced to remain silent; grew favoring the will of the great and not her, grew up thinking that he must follow the advice of those who knew more her in the affairs of life, and grew up playing the piano to ease the pain and give a satisfied smile, grew up but does not want.
Electra is always a bit 'annoyed by crying children, can not stand him, even irritated.
keep walking for a few seconds with a quick pace and rhythm but something prevents it to pretend that nothing has happened: Experience an incredible attraction for her face angry and frightened.
Back on his feet.
It takes her hand.
not know what will be able to give her, has no idea how to care for her, but something will happen. Yes
..
happen.
unexpectedly met a girl on a street corner dimly lit.
eyes puffy and shiny, purple hands and posture woven ball.
Not a sound, not even a whimper.
That girl could not ever cry, do it now.
Electra And now has to take care of her.
That girl crying because she was abused and forced to remain silent; grew favoring the will of the great and not her, grew up thinking that he must follow the advice of those who knew more her in the affairs of life, and grew up playing the piano to ease the pain and give a satisfied smile, grew up but does not want.
Electra is always a bit 'annoyed by crying children, can not stand him, even irritated.
keep walking for a few seconds with a quick pace and rhythm but something prevents it to pretend that nothing has happened: Experience an incredible attraction for her face angry and frightened.
Back on his feet.
It takes her hand.
not know what will be able to give her, has no idea how to care for her, but something will happen. Yes
..
happen.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Below Belly Button Tattoos
A long journey
That little man is no longer able even to cry joy ... Emotions
the swallows to disperse them, always.
yesterday and today.
Always.
Mai.
That little man is no longer able even to cry joy ... Emotions
the swallows to disperse them, always.
yesterday and today.
Always.
Mai.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
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a long journey
A long avenue.
And a carriage drawn by six horses.
And a driver who, despite the technique and craft, can not tame them.
and a man sitting inside, trying to indicate the route you want without any success.
dust and leaves.
And a wild ride.
A long avenue.
And a carriage drawn by six horses.
And a driver who, despite the technique and craft, can not tame them.
and a man sitting inside, trying to indicate the route you want without any success.
dust and leaves.
And a wild ride.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
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Exile
Clinging to smoke colored tubes with fists clenched and eyes veiled, Electra watched the screaming children who were playing ball and those who threw a smiling unreal height chute red and green;
large, mother-father -tate-grandparents, talking quietly as if time had stopped to give them the opportunity to enjoy this nice and sunny now.
you no, he did not want to stop time.
had decided to throw the key dank room where he had locked up and no longer even asked what was the right time to go out there and play and smile to enjoy the moment. Those chills
that prevented runs the gray cashmere scarf the family had become unbearable though, was the fear of causing more pain, to hurt those who loved him, to move into the minefield of unspoken, his own life.
When he tried to quit pretending that "nothing" had happened when he repeated "all right!" as the most convincing of the mantra, when illusions that his moment had arrived, just then the tears streaming down her face with deep furrows and bitter.
What else would do but surrender?
Clinging to smoke colored tubes with fists clenched and eyes veiled, Electra watched the screaming children who were playing ball and those who threw a smiling unreal height chute red and green;
large, mother-father -tate-grandparents, talking quietly as if time had stopped to give them the opportunity to enjoy this nice and sunny now.
you no, he did not want to stop time.
had decided to throw the key dank room where he had locked up and no longer even asked what was the right time to go out there and play and smile to enjoy the moment. Those chills
that prevented runs the gray cashmere scarf the family had become unbearable though, was the fear of causing more pain, to hurt those who loved him, to move into the minefield of unspoken, his own life.
When he tried to quit pretending that "nothing" had happened when he repeated "all right!" as the most convincing of the mantra, when illusions that his moment had arrived, just then the tears streaming down her face with deep furrows and bitter.
What else would do but surrender?
Sunday, January 2, 2011
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Migrants
bags whites and blacks reminded gift packages with care resting under the Christmas tree when she was a child, the air that passed through the nostrils smelled of vanilla and coconut, the lights danced around a happy carnival; the voices and horns sang a samba rhythm, everything was perfect to greet the new year just begun.
Electra is happy.
belongs to an atmosphere where everything is actually viable and enjoyable.
E 'smiling.
Sing a scale with the Neapolitan sixth.
E 'alive.
I feel, "for life to those who kisses in vo 'bbene."
bags whites and blacks reminded gift packages with care resting under the Christmas tree when she was a child, the air that passed through the nostrils smelled of vanilla and coconut, the lights danced around a happy carnival; the voices and horns sang a samba rhythm, everything was perfect to greet the new year just begun.
Electra is happy.
belongs to an atmosphere where everything is actually viable and enjoyable.
E 'smiling.
Sing a scale with the Neapolitan sixth.
E 'alive.
I feel, "for life to those who kisses in vo 'bbene."
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