And the kids were sovereign
most eminent in your thoughts.
populated the core of your heart.
game pretty foggy in the tunnel in the shores
celestial meeting
on one end of the Earth
wide open your big heart
the multitudes of souls waiting
and scattered
huge crowds in the eyes of children trying
transparent eyes of the Pope
Vigorous love and tender warmth
immeasurably to their sight bestowed
your father's hands on their little heads
your soft kisses on their cheeks
lemmas reassuring that they understood the gesture of infinite love
afterwards indelible in the hearts and eyes of babies
carved remained.
And the kids in your shining charm
always reached a protected harbor
in your little hand was still clinging
gently. Now
from your eternal home
your assiduous them look almost endless greenhouse
them smile in your protective embrace
divine immortal
warning to the men you left
to seek the infinite love
in the eyes and smile
a child
This text I written in 2005 sull'onta of emotion for the death of John Paul II, almost the only figure of the Church to which I have watched with interest.
Lately, even the recent facts come out, my disagreement with the Catholic Church has increased.
But I still want to delude myself that at least he, Karol Wojtyla, was a very different figure, on top of so many prelates who only make me "cringe".
the public on the fifth anniversary of his death and hope that children can really be on top of everyone's thoughts for their protection.
It 's always bad when you do bad things to men, but when you touch the children I become worse than the "beasts".
Lately, even the recent facts come out, my disagreement with the Catholic Church has increased.
But I still want to delude myself that at least he, Karol Wojtyla, was a very different figure, on top of so many prelates who only make me "cringe".
the public on the fifth anniversary of his death and hope that children can really be on top of everyone's thoughts for their protection.
It 's always bad when you do bad things to men, but when you touch the children I become worse than the "beasts".
HAPPY EASTER TO ALL!
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