Il Papa frigna per la situazione Ucraina dicendo che il nostro è "dio della pace che ci vuole tutti fratelli e non nemici"
Vorrei appellarmi a quanti hanno responsabilità politiche perché facciano serio esame di coscienza davanti a Dio che è Dio della pace e non della guerra», il «Padre di tutti» che «ci vuole fratelli, non nemici».
io nella Bibbia non lo ricordavo così pacifico sto dio
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)
nuova fidanzata per Casini, cattolico di ferro ultra-divorziato
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)
Vaticano: nell’immobile di Londra persi 217 milioni di euro
La cifra è emersa nel corso dell’udienza del processo sullo scandalo di Sloane Avenue, costato 350 milioni; a breve la fase del dibattimento
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)
Vaticano: nell’immobile di Londra persi 217 milioni di euro
La cifra è emersa nel corso dell’udienza del processo sullo scandalo di Sloane Avenue, costato 350 milioni; a breve la fase del dibattimento
Drugat secondo te quanta vita hanno ancora questi qua?
Sapranno ancora tenersi in vita con qualche camalentismo?
A me sembrano abbastanza all'aceto
sono lì da 2 millenni, in paragone gli Stati Uniti sono un neonato e la Russia un giovanotto
ce n'è di rendita su cui campare
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)
Non sarà oggi, né domani, né dopodomani. Ci vorranno molti anni, forse 20, forse 50, forse un secolo non basterà.
Ma un giorno lontano (non troppo lontano!) l'Europa sarà unita dall'Atlantico agli Urali.
Alle tante profezie apocalittiche, le sole che sembrano trovare consensi presso molti, troppi cuori di cristiani che amano terrorizzarsi e terrorizzare, io preferisco questo auspicio di san Giovanni Paolo II:
"Estendo lo sguardo oltre le frontiere verso l'intera Europa, verso tutte le nazioni del nostro Continente con la loro storia, dall'Atlantico fino agli Urali, dal Mare del Nord fino al Mediterraneo" (19 giugno 1998).
Per questo dobbiamo lavorare, noi uomini che amiamo costruire. E chi si affanna a dividere e distruggere, è destinato alla sconfitta. Noi siamo vivi, e voi siete morti (nell'anima).
Umberto Folena