What 's is Easter? A liturgical celebration set in the canons of two of the most popular religions (Jewish and Christian) or an event which reveals the spiritual and value of the anxieties of life? What is it? Maybe more like a historical tour of a people, driven at different points in the search for small or large releases socio-existential. But perhaps an event, secretly or publicly celebrated in all the evolutions and revolutions of biodiversity cosmic and human, each time you return to feel a thrill of life. Or maybe just a dream, grown in the dark of night, in the collective and individual. A real awareness, sudden as the spark that awakens the desire to return to life, where the desire is gone. Or even the presence of an intense nostalgia that spur people to prepare more something, or perhaps an effort, a tremendous effort to continue to live everywhere, not to give reason for our death and the other ... In short: What 'is Easter? For some though the term carries the echo of a word that is part of the universe biblical language of the Jew, is mixed with the Christian experience of the resurrection. And 'certainly comes as an effort, a difficult birth of both human and divine, the harmony of desires and dreams.
And if so that instead of asking 'is, we ask those who support it: who bears the Passover? Why not ask the mothers and grandmothers of the disappeared of Latin American dictatorships and the world. Why do not ask friends and friends of the dead in the last war policy of international terrorists. Why not ask the survivors of hurricanes or earthquakes, refugees African orphans or relatives of migrants. Chi circulates around the restless empty space, perhaps today we can still say what is and why we continue to celebrate Passover, after all. Who seeks his own and others' dignity ... I come back to mind the words of the Easter hymn: ... December nobis Maria quid vidisti being? Maria Tell us who you saw along the way ... It 's normal to ask what is the Easter who is walking, who is looking for someone or something in the fibers more secret of life in our own laboratories or mental in his dreams ... I do not ask those who think that Easter is a dogma or a promise left to the end of life, but I ask those who can not get restless sleep, because someone is missing, because someone is gone or because life seems to have fallen asleep. And Mary responds: September Sepulcrum living Christi gloriam saw resurgentis; angelicos testes, et vestes sudarium ... I saw the tomb of the living Christ, the angels witnesses, his shroud, his clothes ... signs historic tombs of the living, endless cloisters of those living along the way ... Attendance shouting the efforts of the lives of many ... but also something who belonged to who is now absent: their clothes their objects ... Maybe this is Easter for us: we continue to ask along the way, do not tire of asking the search. The dogmas, doctrines, are becoming insufficient, as the ideologies ... ask again on the road and not grow weary ... So: Happy Easter ...
And if so that instead of asking 'is, we ask those who support it: who bears the Passover? Why not ask the mothers and grandmothers of the disappeared of Latin American dictatorships and the world. Why do not ask friends and friends of the dead in the last war policy of international terrorists. Why not ask the survivors of hurricanes or earthquakes, refugees African orphans or relatives of migrants. Chi circulates around the restless empty space, perhaps today we can still say what is and why we continue to celebrate Passover, after all. Who seeks his own and others' dignity ... I come back to mind the words of the Easter hymn: ... December nobis Maria quid vidisti being? Maria Tell us who you saw along the way ... It 's normal to ask what is the Easter who is walking, who is looking for someone or something in the fibers more secret of life in our own laboratories or mental in his dreams ... I do not ask those who think that Easter is a dogma or a promise left to the end of life, but I ask those who can not get restless sleep, because someone is missing, because someone is gone or because life seems to have fallen asleep. And Mary responds: September Sepulcrum living Christi gloriam saw resurgentis; angelicos testes, et vestes sudarium ... I saw the tomb of the living Christ, the angels witnesses, his shroud, his clothes ... signs historic tombs of the living, endless cloisters of those living along the way ... Attendance shouting the efforts of the lives of many ... but also something who belonged to who is now absent: their clothes their objects ... Maybe this is Easter for us: we continue to ask along the way, do not tire of asking the search. The dogmas, doctrines, are becoming insufficient, as the ideologies ... ask again on the road and not grow weary ... So: Happy Easter ...
Next a real appeal that reminds me the Easter hymn:
Chicca Mariani, founder of the Abuelas de Plaza de Mayo (Grandmothers of the Plaza de Mayo, Argentina) is already very anziano. Vuole riuscire a sua rincontrarsi with nipote. Aiutiamola a far sì che la sua lettera percorra il mondo e, in qualcuno dei Dubbie if generino mindestens ...
Chicha Mariani, founder of the Grandmothers of Plaza de Mayo, you're too old. Want to get to meet his granddaughter. Let us help your travel the world and letter in one of these, create doubt in anyone ... Resend the letter to at least expected. Their call to go new circuits, which is not restricted to persons working with human rights organizations, which can reach Clara Anahí!! Thanks
Dear Granddaughter: I am your grandmother "chicha" Chorobik Mariani, I look for from the moment that Etchecolatz Camps and his troops killed your mother and kidnapped you from your home on Calle 30 # 1134 La Plata, Argentina. It was November 24, 1976 and were 3 months old. From that moment with your father looking until he too was murdered.
Although they tried to convince me that you died in the shootout, I knew you were alive. Today it is proven that survived and are held by someone. 32 years and already have your document number is probably closer to 25,476,305 with which you scored. I would ask you to look for pictures of when you were a baby and compare them with those that accompany the text.
I want to tell your paternal grandfather was devoted to music and I to the arts, that your mother's parents were devoted to science, your mother loved literature and your dad was a graduate in economics. Both had a great sense of solidarity and commitment to society. Some of this will have on your inclinations of life because, even though you've been raised in a different home, one stores internally the genes of their ancestors. Surely there are many unanswered questions that hover within.
In my more than 80 years, my ambition is to embrace and recognize in your eyes, I would like you to come to me for this long búsqueda en el mayor anhelo concretara if this keeps me en pie, el que nos encontremos.
Clara Anahí, you Mientras Te abrazo espero seguir buscándote
, you abuela "Chicha Mariani
Although they tried to convince me that you died in the shootout, I knew you were alive. Today it is proven that survived and are held by someone. 32 years and already have your document number is probably closer to 25,476,305 with which you scored. I would ask you to look for pictures of when you were a baby and compare them with those that accompany the text.
I want to tell your paternal grandfather was devoted to music and I to the arts, that your mother's parents were devoted to science, your mother loved literature and your dad was a graduate in economics. Both had a great sense of solidarity and commitment to society. Some of this will have on your inclinations of life because, even though you've been raised in a different home, one stores internally the genes of their ancestors. Surely there are many unanswered questions that hover within.
In my more than 80 years, my ambition is to embrace and recognize in your eyes, I would like you to come to me for this long búsqueda en el mayor anhelo concretara if this keeps me en pie, el que nos encontremos.
Clara Anahí, you Mientras Te abrazo espero seguir buscándote
, you abuela "Chicha Mariani
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