an official three days in the calendar, but in life and in the history of human vulnerability and the cosmos, a very long time. Three days ... like drops distils, including research and interminable waits. The liturgical solemnity, the dogmatic proclamations and apparently safe and triumphant gesture in memory of him, unable to calm the anxiety of those who, like the ancient disciples, moves uneasily between astonishment and sheets that cover the absence and fragments of space suddenly broken. Who hears the sound of the empty and feels the weight of silence, not symbolic visit graves, but still restless digging into this strange land and plankton in itself has accumulated the most diverse energies of life. Then, turning the liturgy.
Who today remembers the slow time of darkness, of breathlessness and breathing human being, not us, but him and for this reason, we never tire of repeating, remember ... and we believe that God has the memory of history , is complicit with the contractions of the life and sustains us.
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