1993 - 2000
THE VISION OF TRAGEDY
was June 94.
I was in church
standing in front of the altar waiting to receive communion
when I stood transfixed in front of a scenario
hallucinating.
After I recovered, and that I fully understand the meaning of the vision
opened my eyes and saw
reality transfigured by the light of the spirit ...
Here I saw Jesus on a big boat at night with
stormy sea.
Around the boat adrift at sea
countless souls, I among them, with all that Jesus
his forces sought to wrest
the murderous rage of the sea.
Suddenly
grabbed his hand and into the boat I was terrified to attend
the consummation of that drama.
While meditating
now safe to be able to remove greed from
infernal pit I met the gaze of Jesus
immersed body and soul in pain ...
that look
crucified my heart and called me to follow in Calvary
love.
HERMITAGE
climbed the mountain ...
climbed the mountain of the Lord and find peace.
take the first step
will melt all the nodes will break the chains.
not listen to the call of the sirens
not show side
the assaults of a thousand fears.
climbed the mountain of the Lord and you will get peace.
we are merciful ... We are merciful because
eyes can not see and understand the
nor the heart to share the drama that is within every man.
We are vigilant because even if we renounce Satan
Satan does not give up on us. We are humble
we confess our sins and God will be stronger
of all our infidelity.
BLESSED ARE THOSE ...
Blessed are those who know how to forgive and do not deprive themselves of
most intense joy of love, forgiveness
...
the bliss of God
Nothing is sweeter
the thaw of the heart ...
nothing is more liberating
the collapse of a wall.
The work of the evil is not destroyed
demolishing the wrongdoer for years ...
but in a moment
breaking the cycle of resentment
with a superhuman act of love.
NOT BE AFRAID ...
not be afraid to die
dear brothers in Christ
because death is an angel
that
introduces us with a kiss in front of the groom. The thought of death
we are familiar with since the age of reason ...
its benevolent shadow
moderate the momentum of all our earthly happiness.
The peak of the test
despair when his birth
spectra
we will meet that blessed hope, and crossing the illusion
the heavens opened.
CREATES ALL ... All for love writing
give us all and all for love
food with your love. For the love you created
Simone and Matthew
to love me and have them donated because
You shine
the fullness of love ...
or God every day filled with insatiable
their hearts with love for me.
Let ... Let
step for the good of our brothers.
Prayers raised
tears profuse
the sacrifices offered
not be accepted ...
if they are not purified by the fire of love.
Bloodshed
the crucifixion of the heart.
LORD ...
Lord since you did my heart
your permanent home
I am no longer my thoughts
and the cup of wrath a thousand times I wanted to pay
crucified him on the head of my
overflow of your love.
mercy on sinners
that the leash of their vices
grateful bow down to the executioner ...
so that they can enjoy
healing the bitterness of repentance.
Mercy on fools who do not care of the problem Hottest
and die without ever having you ever tried ...
because the most violent earthquake shake them.
mercy upon the wicked in the universe that locked up your pride
not want no God outside of himself ...
because
discover creatures in need of love.
Mercy on Satan and his angeli
per i quali ormai tutto è compiuto...
perché l'inferno sia meno insopportabile.
O FIGLI...
O figli ribelli
che rifiutate la correzione
guardate al cuore sanguinante di Gesù
e vedrete il volto attuale di Dio,
un volto sconfitto
dalla vostra ostinazione.
E come un padre ormai giunto
alla deriva del suo amore
tutto vi concede in un diluvio
di pianto silenzioso.
NON RESTA...
Non resta che un pugno
di pecore nere
a tenere saldo
il vessillo della croce...
in questo tempo in cui Satana
ha oscurato il sole della verità
removed to the church and its light
down from the heaven of holiness
countless souls. To follow the Lord
they hated their lives and the treasures of this century
considered junk.
If you feel alien in this world
pay and lost in this ambiguous
Christian world know that you're not alone: \u200b\u200b
the Lord is with thee.
NO RIGHT ... No right
rejoice before the set is in place because
an extermination of souls.
walk with downcast eyes from the scorching
curses and groans of pleasure by the orgy
fermenting of living.
not judge nor condemn even the worst criminals
but humble our hearts
contemplating the truth ...
only the grace of God we were spared.
let her look ...
Let me look in my eyes
let me call you by name
little soldiers of Christ in the sacrament of Confirmation which today
receive the solemn investiture:
Simone, Marco, Danilo, Massimiliano,
Lucia, Michael, Laura, Sara,
Stephen, Eleanor, Lara, Alessia ...
with what trepidation I initiated the first confrontation with the seduction of
evil.
beloved children of light armed
your hearts
of the most valuable armor:
the precepts of the Church.
Fold the docile head of the supreme earthly authority
that with solid moral
receipt does not want to limit your project shine forever
but the heritage of its original splendor
that preserved intact.
Thank you, Lord, for the generous outpouring of
hope that you give us with this generation because
renew the face of the earth.
NOT 'EVER ...
It's never too early to follow the Lord
never too late
to surrender to his love.
We know that children have in their hearts
the assets of the sky ...
know this and you too, brother, that until the last breath
have the sacred right to claim it.
NOT KNOW ABOUT ...
Who does not know love does not know what it costs to punish.
's the drama lived by the Son of the Father
I live with my children.
Whenever you are forced to warn
is a plunge into a sea of \u200b\u200bbitterness ...
every time you have to punish
is a crazed knife in the heart ...
every time a soul is lost
a harsh sentence for what they themselves
not done
and we had to do ...
a conviction that heaven
barely able to mitigate.
I'm poor ...
I am poor and sick, poor
of virtue and sick in spirit.
Although I feel infinitely loved
are not capable of love as my heart wants.
I always think of the Lord and I offer myself as a victim sacrificed on the altar of
everyday. The
YOU SEARCHED FOR ... You've searched
, Lord,
and she is left to find, you have approached and
she has left court.
has not escaped the power of your eyes or you are scared
the sight of his misery.
You've seduced gradually
with a potion of sweet
and every time she came back from her lovers
the fills our hearts with nostalgia.
When did you become less unworthy
you married to your god in the firmament of love and
came on another soul.
But now please
complete his joy ...
from a lineage that glorify your name.
When I contemplate ...
When the heavens,
billion dead bodies, and the earth
,
billion hearts restless,
animate creation in unison ...
understand why everything is full of your glory.
LORD ...
Lord ...
'm tired of crying in the deserts of the heart.
Please ...
undress me a prophet and fill me with your love. Give
capable of being a drink of water
for every soul I meet.
AS I WOULD LIKE ...
How would die after a short and intense
bath of purification ...
I would have saved the most authentic martyrdom.
Lord ...
this cup pass from me having to live to the full
own all my life.
But thy will be done ...
not mine!
NOT SEE ...
most hideous face I see
disgusting and deserving of every
hell ...
closed my eyes when I look inside.
GOD '...
God is my joy, my sadness I am, God is my hope
I am my despair, God is my wealth
I am my misery,
God is my freedom, I am the
my slavery, God is my
I am my salvation
ruin.
With the power of your love
disarming or compelling God
push me out of my heart
and reigns forever inside of me.
WAY ...
Way
enraptured gaze
gold of the sky ...
and do not mind if I put my feet in the mud.
EVERY TIME ...
Every time I meet a poor
sink under the weight of all my wealth.
far as I can give
I always end up convicted by the tribunal of my conscience.
A probe into the abyss ...
fearful of my misery.
WHEN ...
Since I raised my eyes to the sky waiting for the liberation
life has become heavier
the cross and experience the most
harsh penances.
THANK YOU ...
I thank God for the death
which give us a way out of this world
hell since the death of this life.
There are days ...
There are days when salt vehement
the need to get that out ...
to deny everything and shake
each fragment that binds me to this land ...
to cheer
e ricordarmi...
che non sono di questo mondo.
LA NOSTRA POCA FEDE...
La nostra poca fede, Gesù,
ha annientato ormai da tempo
la tua arma più efficace
e questa mia tribolata vocazione
langue fra quattro mura
d'un cielo troppo basso.
Ma ora che siamo un solo spirito
dammi il coraggio di uscire...
ora che siamo una sola volontà
dammi il coraggio di osare...
e nel Tuo nome cacciare i demoni,
sanare gl'infermi, risuscitare i morti
e dare finalmente vita
a questa mia testimonianza...
perché credano che Tu sei Dio
vedano che io sono sempre e solo io
e scoprano che a Te
nulla è impossibile.
COME VORREI...
Come vorrei, Signore,
che ti calassi nel cuore d'ogni uomo
che ti cerca con animo sincero
tra le pagine di questo libro
e mostrandogli il mio volto
gli dicessi...
Questo è uno dei miei figli
rigenerati dal sangue di mio Figlio.
Ascoltalo.
QUAND'ERO...
Quand'ero piccolo
e non vedevo altro
che i miei santi desideri
chiedevo a Dio la fede
per spostare le montagne.
Ora che sono nulla
ridotto a nulla
dalla sapienza del vangelo
nulla oso più chiedere
rincorrere e sperare...
except that in me is fulfilled
its full control.
a hut ...
A hut by the river
a tent in the desert
a cave on the mountain.
into the abode of silence
when we hear the eternal flow of clear spring
love let me go back ...
are no longer good for
cry and pray.
THANK YOU ...
Thank you, good Father,
for showing me your face.
Thank you, good Father, for the abundance of your
lose the love of your gratuity
your constant attention.
Thanks, Padre buono,
per avermi messo nel cuore
questo bisogno di ringraziare
sia nel bene che nel male...
perché da quando me l'hai concesso
salgo con poco sforzo
il tuo santo monte.
CON L'ULTIMO...
Con l'ultimo spiraglio di luce
concesso a questa generazione
esalo le ultime scioccanti verità.
Circondata da eserciti e stremata
la mia anima
è sul punto di capitolare...
all'incalzare muto ed ossessivo
della marea di fango
che sale dal mio cuore.
FOLLE PALADINO...
Folle paladino di Cristo
hai messo a ferro e fuoco le coscienze
to shake the torpor of death ...
devoured by the holy zeal for the word that gives life.
But what is it worth
even if a heart has been scratched
the fullness of love.
FELL ...
I dismounted
I placed the sword
returned the crown of divine kingship.
Even without me
the earth continue to spin, without my light
witness the truth will not cease to shine.
Serber hidden in my heart for anyone who wants to knock
this priceless treasure ...
with full consciousness of being
an unprofitable servant.
as Jonah ...
Like Jonah, I was thrown
worse, I ended
as Jonah in the belly of sin.
Buried alive in this limbo
am going to suffocate.
I'll be up and like Jonah
begin to cry.
PUSHED BY LOVE OF JESUS \u200b\u200b'
THE DEADLY TRAP
Dear brothers and sisters
driven by love of Jesus I am writing because
know that there are those who hate you to death with every
sort of deception to try to snatch
who loved us unto death.
Because of the spread of decay
its darkness has enveloped this century
and sanctuaries of consciousness has penetrated
the germ of desolation.
Behind the astute advice of enemy
we are tempted to leave the way
that fatigue leads to salvation
despising the cross that Jesus won for us for the sake of his own blood.
Know that the devil with which illusion
foment rebellion against our God in
Mature
secret of our hearts and in the hot sun of temptation
produces the fruit of disobedience
whose flavor kills
only desire to taste .
I beseech you therefore to avoid this deadly trap
adhering faithfully alla volontà di Dio
che con i comandamenti ha stabilito i confini
entro i quali la nostra libertà può spaziare.
IL VOLTO SEGNATO
Cara sorella
spinto dall'amore di Gesù ti scrivo
perché dietro quel velo
di robuste apparenze
vedo un volto profondamente segnato.
Conosco la tua tenerezza di madre
la tua dedizione di sposa
l'impegno ammirevole
con cui accudisci la tua famiglia,
eppure su quel nido accogliente
si abbatte ogni giorno
il furore dell'inferno
alle razzie d'uno spirito maligno
predatore di pace.
Spirito di discordia
che dimora nei cuori aridi
deserted in the consciousness in the souls
death in the life of grace.
THE SPIRIT WORLD
Dear brother
driven by love of Jesus I am writing you because I see
seated at the right hand of the enemy.
Jesus, whose words do not pass,
preached the path of renunciation of sacrifice and penance
to snatch the souls
authenticating the power of darkness with his blood
the goodness that way. While you
kidnapped by the delirium of the world spirit
go this time
profaning sacred to the rigor
every moment of your life
every corner of our land
ed in questa nefasta azione
di precursore dell'anticristo
trascini i privi di senno
sull'orlo del più orrendo precipizio.
Il giorno dell'ira è vicino,
bada che quel giorno non ti colga
sprofondato nel bel mezzo di un'orgia.
LA SORGENTE AVVELENATA
Cara sorella
spinto dall'amore di Gesù ti scrivo
perché so che il tuo cuore assetato d'amore
è tentato d'abbeverarsi ad una sorgente avvelenata.
La sete dell'amore di Dio
è la sete più profonda di cui arde il nostro cuore
e il demonio, che ci vuole perduti eternamente,
attraverso innumerevoli seduzioni
ci offre il nectar of this world,
sweet on the palate but bitter until his death
for our souls.
You look away from
quell'abbagliante
figure, full of charm that is slowly drying up
the good feelings of your heart because the demons
Members of our ruin
are dressed as angels of light but the interior is
full of wickedness and deceit.
Come to Jesus,
source of living water welling up to eternal life, and filled
of that blessing which gives sight to those blinded by the passions
freedom to those oppressed by weights
unsustainable and as healthy leprosy of sin
fills the hearts of all good things in abundance.
THE BED OF PAIN
Dear brothers
driven by love of Jesus I am writing because
now lying in a bed of pain
while until yesterday gloated
pleasure. But do not weep rather
in the desert of your heart and give thanks
ritrovatevi
for your Father in heaven
has remembered you.
And with a touch of her compassionate love
your members kicked out of heaven
dummy
the father of lies.
THE JOURNEY OF HOPE
Dear brother
driven by love of Jesus I write
because your refusal to
God I do not matured, as in the reprobate,
in full consciousness.
You have sung of the sea
the beauty and depth, and sea
you've rocked
the dream of your generation,
you who have poured into the sea
the bitterness of a life insane,
you that from the sea you stretch the food
to continue the journey of hope, that you
from the sea a thousand times you have been miraculously cured ...
just you do not recognize the sea
the extension of the infinite mercy of God
to the infinite needs of your soul.
You who go to sea
searching for the path that leads to life and lands converted
the gospel because you yourself have confessed
a faithful traveling companion ... Who is flying these routes
is already dead.
THE WEAK Fiammella
Dear sister
driven by love of Jesus I am writing you because you cry
buried under a pile of sins
now unable to move a finger or
to raise a cry.
I appeal to the weak flame
that a permanent warning
always burning in our minds and I pray God will make you flare up in
in a purifying fire.
With the patience of painstaking
and cynicism of an Executioner
the devil has succeeded in doing: digging
nel tuo grembo un'alcova di piacere
ridurre il volto del tuo animo,
quel volto creato a immagine di Dio,
ad una maschera dai connotati bestiali
e scolpire nel tuo cuore
la sua logica perversa.
Ma non disperare perché il Salvatore
è venuto col suo tributo di piaghe sanguinanti
a riscattare ciò che era perduto
e come ha tratto a viva forza me dal fango
nel quale senza pudore mi rivoltavo
trarrà pure te.
Se crederai
come io ho creduto.
ALZATI E CAMMINA
Caro fratello
spinto dall'amore di Gesù ti scrivo
perché ti credo infermo
paralizzato dalle tue errate congetture.
La vita non è un'oasi di piacere...
ma una pena da scontare
in un servizio d'amore.
L'amore non è quel sentimento
che seduce il nostro cuore...
ma un fermo proposito
della nostra volontà.
La volontà non va
resa schiava dei sensi...
ma serva del nostro libero arbitrio.
E la nostra libertà
dev'essere governata dalla verità
che ci parla per mezzo del vangelo.
Ora alzati...
e con tutta la violenza
con cui Gesù per amore tuo
si è disteso sulla croce
scagliati contro il tuo io...
e cammina!
L'ENORME TALENTO
Dear sister
driven by love of Jesus I am writing you because you're like me
and aspire to the greatest treasure
while I see you lost
behind the miseries of the world. The enormous talent
which God has provided the go
dissipating in the service of an evil master
that pays you to the sound of praise and honors,
money out of circulation in the kingdom of heaven.
The soul, created by heaven,
not satisfied of that common ground
food and goes looking for his dreams in paradise, but as this is illusory
know for having swallowed the bitterness of some fragments.
Then come, follow me
repudiating all the vanities
with which the devil
tyrannize your soul and you will be paid a good measure pressed down shaken and running over
heritage of that infinite love which is God
HEART Petrified
Dear sister
driven by 'I'll write the love of Jesus
because I feel your mother's heart turned to stone
rancor.
Satan, thief and murderer from the beginning
,
worked with rare skill
within your family
defrauded, arrow after arrow,
whole wealth of love that you tied to your daughter and choking
every heartbeat in your house of grace.
That voice and haunting
poison inside you day and night on charges
know that is not yours but the enemy
that has nested in your heart.
Fend
and pray to God you from evil.
THE PRECIOUS HARVEST
Dear sister
driven by love of Jesus
I write to try to come to the aid
your tremendous loss.
It was just noon when you went off to the sun,
private
light of his face shattered the dream of love
emptied of all life-blood.
Your young heart
on this night dedicated to cry
is beaten, sifted, trimmed,
plowed by the blade of pain in all its depth
to eradicate every last root
like a
land identified for the planting of a valuable crop.
not flesh and blood to survive so much agony
but a mature mind to gather the harvest of the gospel
and offer it as a gift.
SCEPTER OF THE GOSPEL
Dear brother
driven by love of Jesus
I write because as a Christian community of sovereign
not see you challenging the scepter of the gospel
with due authority.
The King of Kings
thundered against all generations and you ...
with your apathy go off
scardinante echo of his words.
Master
to
taught to keep to the last peak of law and you ...
in the name of a quiet life
go flying over every step of nailing
this' adulterous generation.
The Lord feeds us every day
the sacred banquet of his love of gospel
shine because the soul of every breath we take.
I am no one and no one enables me to speak
but please make your heart beat faster
of Christianity.
PUSHED love of Jesus'
Dear brothers and sisters
driven by love of Jesus I have written
so touched by the groans
of each of your souls.
My
is but a shadow fleeting
the true light that Jesus Christ
with the ardor of faith
lit a candle and has placed it there before.
But this lamp will never
pierce the darkness of consciousness
if by an act of humility will not be demolished
the summit of pride
from which the rebel angel
dominates our hearts.
seed of eternal life
Die to the world and all its seductions
to live in an inner spirit of penance. Remember
who you are, where you come from and how many times have you
made instrument of evil.
cultivates a deep desire to be ignored.
Guard the silence because
born from this oasis of prayer. Let
lead to loneliness
because God is there waiting for you.
Escape to the thrill of temptation
not conceive of sin in the depths of your heart.
get up each fall to avoid being dragged through the mud.
endure everything for the love of God
because patience to forge daily martyrdom.
Walk under the weight of your cross
to faithfully follow the Lord.
Piegati all'azione della Grazia e non temere
perché Dio è amore.
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