Monday, December 27, 2010

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Spires, steeples and fortresses

A Segovia, the city that was home to John of the Cross. In difficult times, aim to "days" to help you find the light. Visit of 2002.

Post a thousand feet high, on a rocky outcrop between the valleys created by rivers and Eresma Clamores surrounded around its perimeter by high medieval walls, Segovia stands an imposing, almost legendary in his profile of steeples, bell towers , fortresses. Without knowing it, almost every day we see a style here or there, because Disney has chosen its logo the Alcazar of Segovia. Establishment of areveci, was conquered by the Romans in 80 BC as evidenced by the amazing aqueduct of three arches overlapping of more than two millennia old. A plaque donated to the city by the city of Rome under a she-wolf suckling Romulus and Remus, stresses its authenticity. Over the centuries it was also known for co-existence between Christians and Jews, which was terminated in the fifteenth century, the synagogue was then transformed into a church "catholic", taking the name of Corpus Christi.

I approach Segovia wrapped in fog banks that lend the landscape of the plateau a something mysterious and muffled. It's cold. On the side of the road you can see stones arranged, on each other, dividing walls to create, and sometimes small but beautiful Romanesque chapels, crowned by a flock of birds fluttering of disturbing blacks. Disordered or stones, polished by the wind, mixed with small oak trees, because of the weather and the summer heat. Then, suddenly, appear to break the linearity of the horizon a bell, then a dome, a tower with a pointed roof. And suddenly here it is: Segovia, surrounded by the majestic walls, stately and proud Segovia, Segovia breathtaking. A ship, perhaps a spaceship, or rather a star. A world heritage site, according to UNESCO.

Segovia A day I shall begin on the trail of John of the Cross, is buried here in a big golden casket surrounded by other saints and holy Carmelites, after spending the last years of his life: he died just 49 years. He met Teresa of Jesus, in Avila, which lies about fifty miles, at the age of 25 years, when she had more than double. But, beyond the age difference, recognized in him the saint who would allow her to extend the reform of Caramel also among the men: "Now I can start," he said on that occasion.

The tomb of the Doctor of the Church is in the Carmelite Monastery at the foot of the majestic Alcázar, which he helped build with his hands. The site is crossed by the memory of three founding saints: The first is John Mata, founder of the Trinitarians, who bought the first place. Later, as the unhealthiness of the site, its the religious left. At that time John of the Cross got it back, but to rebuild it further upstream, both for reasons of health, either because they believed that they should create a more worthy, poor but likely to prayer and community life, for his Carmelites. The story did not end there, because from 1836 to 1875, as we know, in Spain's religious orders were abolished. After that time, Antonio Maria Claret wished to buy back the site for its Claretian. And now the monastery is once again occupied by a community of Carmelite barefoot.

A guide me on a visit to the monastery, Father José Damián that before the tomb of Doctor of the Baroque church, gold and marble, leads me aware of some of the most beautiful of the saint. And it makes me relive some moments of his life, beginning with the memories of the place: John of the Cross was digging with his bare hands the stones which were used in the construction of the monastery, but did not neglect the apostolate, which played mainly in the afternoon, while in the evening devoted to contemplation. He loved to actually take refuge on the hill behind the monastery, in the company of the stones, and admiring himself in and out of none other than the Trinity. It is said that evening was a brother asked him why he is secluded at sunset, along a path of stairs to the ground, on that hill, John replied that he was praying, and that if he wanted, he could accompany him in his contemplation. But he soon grew tired of that monk ascetic practice, and asked to go down for bedtime. What did that this time the holy, for brotherly love.

Monastic life was made in mid-prayer, half of fraternal friendship. Community life was strong, complete, as evidenced by the fact that in the evenings the monks could talk to each other, for a moment of common recreation, something unheard of in the monasteries of the time. Rightly emphasizes the our guide that the "denial" of which John of the Cross is listed as the champion, was not as ascetic as mystical love for him was the real "denial", not the deprivation end in itself. Not for nothing was his mystique among the highest ever known.

Another chapter, the one on the writings of John of the Cross, his followers took up the habit from the beginning to mirror, then to be able to meditate. It was this that allowed continued spread of meeting of the specimens even after a "persecution" against him, which broke out within the same of his order, brought the decision to destroy everything he had written. In this respect, I admire in a chapel beside the church a picture of the crucifix, that John was very fond, and before which often withdrew to pray. One day, Christ spoke to him: "What do you want in return for everything you have done for me?" He asked. And he answered: "Only to suffer and be despised for you." Since then, however, began a persecution which he refused to define that, instead of explaining it this way: "These things do not do men, but God for our good."

John of the Cross was also, as you know, a great poet. With his verses speak of God without naming it, using a vocabulary understood by all, more literary than theological. It is said that Rafael Alberti, English poet, communist and atheist, a long time in exile in Italy and therefore an honorary citizen of Rome, shortly before his death coming to Segovia. Would have stopped the grate before the tomb, without wishing to enter the temple because he was already a communion with John and then with the mystery of God

way out, there is time to go to the church of Vera Cruz, where the Templars, and then the Knights of Malta, retired in prayer the night before their appointment. On the other side of that hill, however, one sees the Santuario de la Fuencisla. Tradition says that a Jewish woman named Esther had been approached to Christianity, although opposed by his own. They came to falsely accuse her of adultery and sentenced to be thrown off the cliff that overlooks the church today. As he fell, he turned to the statue of the Madonna which adorned the portal of the cathedral, then close the Alcazar, and shouted, "Our Lady of Christians, help me." He came out unscathed from that cliff. That statue of the Madonna, called just Fuencisla, is now kept in the sanctuary.

Friday, December 24, 2010

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69. The refuge

A young man introduced himself as a Zen master, while coming from a wealthy family, he felt unhappy.
"I ask to become a Monaco in order to remain closed within these walls that protect me from the ugly and sad exists in the world." These were the words with which he turned to the master, who replied:
"Just finding the Buddha which is already in you can achieve the perfect haven that will protect you even in the most adverse circumstances of life"
Since then, the novice was subjected to the harshest trials, forced to meditate at length under the blazing sun or driving rain, or even awake at night and fasting for the whole day.
From this training the young man drew a terrible lessons to be learned. He returned In fact, doing the same old life, thinking that the end was not so bad.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

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68. Blindness & Lighting

A poor blind traveler stopped at a Zen monastery. He was received by the master, with whom dialogue like this:
"sad and difficult is the existence of those who live without the light to guide him along the way and that allows him to enjoy the beauty of the world"
"True enlightenment is not given nor from the sun or a lamp, "said the teacher. "In your mind there is already a light, I am sure, soon rischiarerà the path that will lead you to wake up."
Heartened by these words and made confident the traveler walked away, without asking to any direction.
time after his body was found in the brook in the garden of the monastery.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

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Notre-Dame d'Afrique, Algiers, Africa


Lungu reopens after restoration the most famous church in Algeria. A sign of connection between the North and South in the sign of dialogue. Visit of 2005. Let us look to the property

the Admiralty and Marine Ramparts, let the squares of all ages populated urban and say that human warmth and joy of being there, the climb to the hill shrine of all Algerians - Christians and Muslims - is a catharsis of blue and white, yet. Notre-Dame d'Afrique is, that's all. Is there a Catholic bishop because he wanted back in 1858, following two pious women who regretted the basilica Lyon Fourvière. Certainly. But there is why Mary-Mariam is the common trait of the two faiths professed here, perhaps even more popular among Muslims by Christians. Bella the basilica is not, it is not their own. But he is dressed in damask and crowned by a hand kabyle written from golden charming and astonishing " Notre-Dame d'Afrique and Prie pour nous pour les musulmans " Our Signotra Africa, pray for us and for Muslims. I want to photograph the inscription from the gallery that houses the organ. I climb a narrow spiral staircase that seems to Africa also in color, and so is lisa dirty. But there, among the stale air that smells of candles burning, humidity and salty, written built by Msgr. Pavy seems a prophecy. It will be the woman to join the two faiths in the common prayer and common desire to unite beyond any logical division. Africa there is a will, on this hill, not only for the presence of Algerians, but also that of many sub-Saharan Africans who are studying or working in these parts. The view is breathtaking, as Nostra Signora della Guardia in Genoa, as Notre-Dame des PECHEURS in Marseille, as the home of Mary in Ephesus ... Mary-Mariam watches over all her children.

Monday, November 29, 2010

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Teotihuacan pyramids to grab the sky

In Rome, was recently opened an exhibition of Mesoamerican civilization. Visit in June 1998 on the archaeological site Mexican.

It's not magic, smoky sensations new age, or passing vague à l'âme . Going under the scorching sun the worn steps of the pyramid of the sun, you feel the heart beat of the people of Teotihuacan, two thousand years later, a little less. They rose to the sky, framed by the rigid political and religious ceremonial places them in the step up to that level in the hierarchy of land, maybe the mirror of heaven. Watched the bloody sacrifices of human hearts offered to the Creator God, or those that appear now more cosmological deities as beings intermediate between God and the creature, rather than actual deities. A civilization that arouses curiosity, because in some ways it is modern, suddenly disappeared before the second millennium after Christ. Why? It is not known. There are only hypotheses that the passionate Mexican academia.

In 1878, Jose Maria Velasco, Mexican painter of media fame and a little inspiration, he painted a picture in a way that marks the beginning of the rediscovery of the site where once stood the "City of the Gods," Teotihuacan translation ostium. He placed the tripod on top of the hill that hid the Pyramid of the Moon, and realistic portrayal of the way of the dead, the pyramid of the sun and the roughness of the area. Still not imagine what that landscape hidden that alternated regularly suspicious lumps and natural topography.

Just a couple of decades earlier, Baron Alexander von Humbolt, famous and inveterate traveler Teutonic, had attracted the attention of the adventurers of the time on those remains covered with earth and vegetation to which the memory was lost in the mists of time without, however, that fame was never completely disappeared: among others, the same Charles V he was interested in three centuries earlier. Von Humbolt and Velasco mark so without knowing the beginning of a wild looting, which lasted until a few decades ago. As for the Etruscans here.

was Ramon Almaraz, just over half of the nineteenth century to take the first official excavations, followed by other famous people, such as French Désiré Charnay. But it was not until the sixties of this century to see the light return of an architectural complex that most unsettling human eye can see.

So here some time to fix the reference points necessary to understand this lost civilization. Scholars seem to have come to the conclusion that we should go back to the second century before Christ to find the rural origins of Teotihuacán, with a rapid concentration of population on the slopes of the mountains around the site. About a century later began the construction of the two main pyramids of the complex now visible, it was a ceremonial center that allowed the Community of joining the nascent society more easily. The construction of the main structures in the area of \u200b\u200bworship continued for a couple of centuries, but added it lasted until the sixth century, when the Teotihuacan civilization reached its peak. As in other Mesoamerican civilizations, was indeed a widespread tradition of covering the places of worship now fallen into disuse with other buildings, a symbol of the power of the rulers of the moment.

Meanwhile, the city had expanded to an area of \u200b\u200b22 square kilometers, the company was rigidly structured and its influence had spread in a radius of about a thousand kilometers around the main center. It was during this time that the city was probably the largest in the world, much more than Istanbul, Rome being reduced to nothing by the collapse of the empire.

One element to emphasize in this development, which is impressive for its time, is the presence of many foreign groups in the city, from people Zapotec, Maya, and some groups huaxtechi núhualt. But these very presence seems to have not been without fault in the collapse of civilization. The climax, in fact, at the same time marked the beginning of the rapid decline of the city and the whole of civilization. On this subject, the discussions between scholars are fierce, and has not yet reached a final conclusion on the reasons for their disappearance. However, it appears to have been problems related to overcrowding and a long drought which have led to the end of Teotihuacán in the space of a couple of centuries. External attacks and riots engulfed the population that held political power and religious society, in favor of cities-satellites, which became the most powerful city-mother herself, to supplant it completely.

Visiting the city of the gods, going up and down thousands of steps of different sizes that cover the different buildings, not just worship, and imagining the splendor that must have covered the different constructions renderings and precious decorations, one can not meditate on the vicissitudes of human fate. The long and not yet completed restoration of the site has revived the bold architecture of buildings - always linked to elements of worship, and in particular the observation of the sun and stars of the night - without being able to reproduce the decorations, but you can admire important remains in the local museum or in the Anthropology of Mexico City. Teotihuacán but has yet to reveal at least half of its wonders, hidden from the earth in which nature and man - it seems that, for reasons of religion and superstition, the various structures "obsolete" are been intentionally covered by the population now unable to erect other larger - have hidden so much beauty. From the pyramids of the Sun and the Moon, even a cursory glance reveals a tourist movements that can not be natural.

But already found the statues, decorations and rebuilt the urban structures, we have the double wonder of a lost civilization: a population that, while ignoring the metallurgy, failed even to pervert the course of a great river and to erect buildings seventy feet high, without compromising the aesthetic that sometimes amazes, as before certain masks decorated with rare and modern beauty.

Teotihuacán manifested by its very presence the tension "natural" for human Mesoamerican deity. It seems that the populations were originally monotheistic, with a large pantheon of deities related to the intermediate nature, especially the sun and the moon.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

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Dublin, Old Library at Trinity


The financial situation of the Republic of Ireland is under close observation. Seems to have been thought too great ... Visit a sacred place of culture "Irish" in February 2004.

It is a sacred place and does not want be. Yet something tells me that in this long tunnel is something immortal breath. The Old Library Trinity hidden treasures of ancient leather-lined paper, but above all riches of the soul and spirit accumulated over the centuries. Dusty volumes thousands of times, and then lovingly dusted carefully, as if even the dust that was as old paper. And there's also the truth, because in the interstices of the pages have been deposited centuries have yielded. What? How? When? The mysteries remain buried under the repeated and ever new layers of dust, those confused with gunpowder, those others are mixed to dust of drought and famine, and even those with mixed confetti of gaining independence.

In the "long room" conversation with Plato, Aristotle, Cicero, Swift and Defoe, whose busts stand guard strutting the wooden alcoves that contain the ever printed, cataloged the centuries from the bottom up: a, b, c ... and yet aa, bb, cc ... Each alcove has its own ladder, which allows access to higher shelves, alphabetically mature ones. The pegs keep track of the research of scientists and curious to rise, as they appear less worn, bear the traces of the hunger for knowledge of the centuries gone by. Everything has been repainted several times, most recently - the walls, shelves, sometimes parquet - pins except those that trace the history of discriminating.

The silence is absolute, or nearly so. The books absorb the sounds, and so the wood and carpets. Even the most ancient Gaelic harp, you know - dates back to 1014, and according to legend, belonged to Brian Boru, then king of Ireland - is silent, and indeed absorbs phonemes and decibels to sublimate them in near-silence of every library-as-you -must. They are not even bearable clicks of the cameras, even the most subtle because digital: technology seems to be rejected by the paper and parchment and papyrus and cornucopia

... The sense of time expands in this gallery where the culture is eternal in the woods, but even more prominent in the marble busts. But where even the transience of human destiny is spreading dramatically, pointing out that the dust is the heritage not only of things, but also man. So is the Old Library, the jewel of Dublin very proud of its ancient treasures. Rare.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

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Belém, wealth and debt


Portugal experienced a deep economic crisis. Chinese President Hu Jintao offered to cover the holes by "buying" the debt of the country. But the wealth of Belém are certainly not for sale. Visit of 2004.

must be abstraction from the bridge when it was dedicated to Salazar, and now to April 25, the day of his fall from power. Forget the shame of the monumental stool at Christ the King and dramatic silhouette of refineries across the Tagus. Then you can put to imagine the caravels set sail for new worlds and new markets, started by those rulers who possessed the spirit of commerce in the blood. As Manuel I, to whom we owe these masterpieces of art Manueline, in fact, who made a charming port of Belem to the ocean, while an encouragement and an exorcism. Marble and gold.

note passing sailboats driven by strong winter breeze and driven by oil strength of the engine roaring from the balcony of the Renaissance Tower of Belém, built by Manuel I between 1515 and 1521. I am sure that the boat owner on Sunday and the Both of professional driver looking in the direction of the tower, or rather, the statue of the Virgin and Child, also known as Our Lady of the happy return home, a symbol of protection for sailors who undertake short or long travel. The statue faces the sea. And at the time of construction of the tower was also in the midst of the waves, because the bank is at least a hundred meters further than it does today.

The lodge is the most elegant imaginable in a building, however, defensive Thanks to the elegant arches inspired by Italian architecture of the time. Today the light is crystal clear, the sun kisses the white stone of the tower turning it into vertical momentum towards the deep blue winter sky. The sun's rays can barely penetrate the thick stone walls, and to illuminate the narrow spiral staircase that links the four upper levels of the tower, giving relief to the wasting of time and many steps that have relied on these irremediably steps carved and deformed. Once they were the footsteps of soldiers, animated by the spirit of territorial conquest, and today are the steps of carefree tourists animated by the spirit of conquest photo, and nothing more. But then the war was rife, now rule the money, or maybe the money then prevailed and now the war. Who knows.

imperial steps instead are those that allow access to the various buildings that make up the other great masterpiece of Manueline, the Mosteiro dos Jerónimos, built from our usual king Manuel I, around 1501, just returned to the caravels conquering Vasco de Gama. A triumph of architectural and sculptural skill, daring and bold decorative perspective. The cloister. Ah, the cloister of João de Castilho, its arches and its perforated stone balustrades and carved precious! One would stay there no limits dìorari and timing draconian omnivores by tourists! But you should find yourself in solitude, meditating on the fallacy of human wealth, the thirst for conquest that never disappears, although the depth of the human soul that came to more intimacy turns to the most superhuman superhuman appearance.

If the cloister calls to the vertically downward, toward the intimacy, the church instead of pushing to the vertically upward, toward the God who is in heaven. That is somewhere over the vaults of the nave is supported by those palm trees that are octagonal columns, thin but highly decorated. A space wisely distributed by the light filtering from colored stained glass.

The modern monument to the discoveries, massive construction built by Salazar in 1960, to celebrate the 500th anniversary of the death of Henry the Navigator, does not contrast too much on the banks of the Tagus, at the monastery. Magellan, Vasco de Gama, Cabral, Colombo, hoisted on the bow of a caravel declining imaginary we are doing well, staring into the ocean that had challenged as you embark on a bold down in the depths of the soul, or how to scale the way to the sky, terrifying vertical ascents. Perhaps they have taken the infinite horizontal ocean depths or because they can not get to ascend the throne of God. Heroism in the plural.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

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Milan, with the sun and the rain


there are more allegations in the capital city of Lombardy for the pollution they besieged it, a brief visit to the town of Ambrose.

is beautiful or not beautiful Milan? It depends on the sun. If there is, and the smog is blown away by the wind, the city radiates art and history, is mandatory if the fog and damp gray side of the city overwhelms the aesthetic aspirations.

Milan version # 1 meet in a fantastic morning of October, coming from the mouth of the metro to the Sforzesco Castle. Even the employees on strike Cobas Atm seem happy and peaceful in their demonstration, and their yellow flags and red flags seem medieval background of one of the most beautiful manor architecture Italic. Circuit, the first castle, the circumnavigation, observing light and shadow polygons, which alternate in the ditch - les DUVES , the French would say - around the imposing walls of the construction of the Sforza, the giant colas on the first floor windows protected by the same sturdy railings. The two large courtyards of red bricks and green grass seem even cheerful, as they are today lit by the sun, softened in the openings and closings, humanized in size, pleasing even in conditions which are so unpleasant to the cobblestone walking. I'm here, in fact, to pay homage, I would say to contemplate Michelangelo's last sculpture, the Pieta Rondanini that made the climax of his imperfection of perfection. Since truth is even more fascinating than in detailed black and white photographs that have stripped and coated with light. The route of entry and exit - long corridors, narrow, dark staircase, frescoed halls as if they were covered with simple geometries and crazy at the same time - seems a treaty protology ed'escatologia, assigning members to the Michelangelo sculpture of the burden of this honor, the "already and not yet."

How not to conclude a visit to the Parco Sempione Castello Sforzesco which enhances the Triennale di Milano, fascist in its linear architecture, the best intellectual fascism. The library kissed by the sun filtering is an invitation to the culture slow and contemplative, while the coffee flooded by the rays is an uncontrollable incitement to talk of art and books, people and events, while the cup bears all of the Valtellina Rosso The color palette of the Sforza.

Milan completely different, but always bright, is that I see along the four miles of Via Padova, via which becomes China and the Philippines, North African and sub-Saharan Africa. But so far, despite some crime, despite the impatience of some League. Massage and barbers to 20 € to 4 € alternated with 24 shops open 24 hours where you can find everything, just everything. While riding the old park has been transformed into art and culture that immigrants are able to understand: the nature and the visual arts are able to brothers. Up to Piazzale Loreto, round country rich in history and architectural insignificance. Flee south to Porta Venezia, and then in the short area of \u200b\u200bVia Mozart, sublime collection of art nouveau , the villas of the good society and the nouveau riche, hanging from the balconies that look like forests raised to the goddess of light. Admired in the Villa Necchi Campiglio landscapes - graphic white and ocher and furrowed and striated green and red and blacks and segmented - by Tullio Pericoli seems appropriate elevations of the extraordinary care of the entire district.

The last rays of sun of the day I was at St. Ambrose, the Jewel, the story becomes stone and forms the soul of the Church Ambrogina, the pride of the Milanese industrious and sober, yet elegant to paroxysm of pure aesthetics. Breathtaking penetrate through the entrance to the south, to see the two towers - and the ... ... - and the steep gable roofs, the large porch in the maternal and paternal forms in austerity. A few steps to get off the roadway and then the porch of the basilica, and other pooch to climb the altar steps, polished and chipped, the marble alter their security, to death in the mad joy - another Milanese - below the altar of stones' gold and silver, polished stones and rounded, as if to remind the cobbled streets of the city once and institutionalize creativity of the people of Milan.

Milan version No. 2 instead of the meeting the next day in the most central of central Milan. I leave the station at the mouth of San Babila, in addition to living good finance and trade in Milan, at the mouth of the ways of fashion, haute couture. Everything here is meant to be "high", although there are not that high in fog and clouds. Follow Viale Vittorio Emanuele II, I run in the arcades of luxury boutiques, while the rich, especially the new I would say, the old seem to have recently chosen the path of sobriety of luxury that is not Pavesa modestly but is presents. The apse of the Cathedral restored, while the Madunina is still supported by scaffolding, but always unpleasant to read, gives a certain vision of the enormous effort of the cathedrals of Europe, but surrounded by the flood of people that Saving Silverman consumer is compelled in a few streets, and fifty yards further on the human carpet becomes human desert. A Europe of the consumer who does not know if you do not build more luxury goods, external finance and opulence of a European luxury falters, however, before the relentless penetration of the Army of the East, full of suggestions for marketing ed'imitazione, but with a human avalanche that has no limits.

Gallery is its exemplification, and so on Turin, Via Montenapoleone and all other avenues of luxury. Streets that do not know what to do with the ancient tradition of hard work in Milan. A myth, and like all myths not going to be more reality but expressions of reality. And more moves away from reality, that is more ed'ozio living annuity, the more the industry grows and the myth of the haughty and the lack of generosity are soaring. Cardinal Tettamanzi lives behind the Duomo, in a building of ancient lineage discreet and elegant, but simple, really simple. Few people go down there and just listen to his words that invoke the solidarity of the rich, the necessary justice, the overriding need to continue to think of the children, to another, to work more than the money. It looks like a Cassandra in cardinal, but the more necessary in an age gray, as the Milan version No. 2.

Monday, October 25, 2010

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Syrian Christian


After the Synod on the Middle East, there are questions about the Christian presence in the region. Maalula and Seidnayya, Syrian rocks that tell the early days of Christ's followers in the region. Visit of 2005.

Leaving the amazing Tues Mousa and the rocky desert between Damascus and Homs, a narrow and picturesque valley leading from Yabrud to a fascinating town by the name: Maalula, the foothills of the snow still dell'Antilibano, set in a strip Green shows that the moisture of the valley. My companion tells me with some pride that the town is popular with the Syrian people not so much for the beauty of art, nature skinned or the tradition of a distant time of original Christianity, more prosaically as the beauty of young girls and its women. Cost as it is true. Popping up everywhere, from the most unexpected angles, without being caged in diving suits worthy of tissue, certainly more resourceful than they are normally Syrian women ...

A Maalula's not all, of course, the beautiful and ancient. As the monastery of Santa Tecla, Deir Mar Takla. It seems to be in siq at Petra, in a narrow canyon and mysterious that is said to have miraculously been opened by the passage of Santa Tecla, in fact, a follower of St. Paul on the run, and then martyred on place. Syria does not cease to surprise with its amazing ability to create myths, to pull out of its cylinder saints of every type and origin.

Further down, below the modern convent dedicated to the saint, like a fortress full of modesty (forgive me the anacoluthon) para before the pilgrim is the monastery of St. Sergius, Deir Mar Sarkis, which in some parts dating back to III-IV century. And her altar date to pre-Christian era: it is semi-circular and not flat - such as requiring the first bishops, not to confuse the Christian with the pagan ritual - while maintaining those channels and those edges for holding the blood of animal sacrifice cult ancestral region. The young priest, that seems to claim to be himself a relic of the early days of Christianity, offers me a glass of sweet wine - delicious, to tell the truth - is produced from the vineyards of the monastery and then lean sings only for me the Lord's Prayer Aramaic: the dialect of the place is the same (it seems that way) that Jesus spoke in Palestine.

The monastery also announces an original shape limestone, perforated like a Swiss cheese with countless caves that had all sorts of use, except perhaps that of the hermitage. From these ravines out goats, sheep, cows, chickens, rabbits and humans seem to ch goats, rabbits ...

Another twenty miles of intoxication, following a mountain range that seems to the gaping of a wound never healed, and here's another cluster of houses, another that climbs up a hill crowned by another cluster of domes this time. Here Seidnayya, one of the oldest places of pilgrimage in the Middle East: here is conserved in a dark ravine carved into the crypt of the main church, a Marian image, an icon ahead of its time, said none other than painted that the Evangelist Luke himself. All sorts of miracles attributed to the icon, not only by Christians of different Churches, but also by Muslims. Him into zigzag staircase built recently with cheesy material to allow more comfortable ascent to the shrine, the veiled women are actually more numerous than those bare-headed. Mingle with the Orthodox monks who guard the shrine with an iron discipline, without compromising in any way to anarchy and tourists. I also beak a violent reprimand for having dared to photograph the image, thereby committing an act of sinful consumerism ...

Getting lost in the courtyards, terraces, in the roofs, in the intricate steps of the monastery is pleasant and contagious, especially when has the consciousness to discover one of the oldest places of Christian faith, after Jerusalem, of course built to replace, or more precisely to overlap, an ancient pagan temple, greek or roman, who knows. Anyway here faith is not an opinion, is as strong as a rock. That of the Christians and the Muslims. Maria ago by trait-d'union between the faithful of both religions, perhaps not by chance. Perhaps it is a prophecy.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

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Auvers-sur-Oise, Van Gogh and strikes


While France live moments of high political tension and social, a visit to the country that houses the remains of Van Gogh (a Rome in recent weeks which dedicates a major exhibition) can teach a sense of proportion. It was in 1993.

The country church immortalized by Flemish painter in the last glimpses of his troubled career of a man stands in the modest farming, so similar yet so different to the painting, almost not real copy. Power of art power of imagination! Reluctantly I climb the four steps of the parish materials, which now appears to me disfigured in its architectural simplicity of the usual paraphernalia of care: make political ads rosaries books magazines.

Imagine being able to meet in an old neo-Gothic vaults priest helpless or illusions that warms my heart, as in Emmaus, I listen to calm and loving, as well of Samaria, which I understand acute and merciful, as the angel of the empty tomb, reproaching me with a dramatic "Do you love me more than these?". There are days like that. The priest is seriously, but young and dynamic, agile as a grasshopper, worried that everything runs smoothly for the ceremony which will begin here shortly. I am not worthy of a look of course. Better that way. Better to emigrate from this church, today for some reason without the Blessed Sacrament. Who knows where they have hidden, as if you were ashamed of his presence.

days are blue like the sky that surrounds the arches of the schizoid crowd of Antwerp, crazy for love. Behind the church, over a meadow of buttercups drunk, lie the graves of the brothers Van Gogh, Vincent and Theo, tied up in life, united in the same burial ground. Elsewhere, people dashing in the footsteps of the man who blinded his lifetime did not sell anything, Van Gogh Museum, MOMA, and Musée d'Orsay Héremitage overflowing with people hungry to see, swallow and digest a few minutes in his brush strokes of genius. Without much success, tomorrow a Cezanne or a Michelangelo advertised will take the place of the Flemish art in a confuzione supermarket.

Auvers-sur-Oise has instead peace of mind. What they are worth the ashes of a painter, even the best? Dust. Van Gogh, a eunuch of life. But his ashes are encased by a thick pad ivy silent. A masterpiece of divine simplicity, that Vincent would certainly have approved.

Van Gogh experienced the eternal absurdity of reconciling the world to his God has started a hundred times. The centunesima was fatal. But I am sure, in agony, he wanted to start over again. The blood of black gunpowder stopped him.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

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67. Freedom

The Monaco Ziyou a day so he turned to his Zen master:
"Life in this monastery is only made of exhausting ritual, demanding obligations of whom do not even understand the meaning. It 's a life as a slave Do not think anything can be achieved by withdrawing the sacred right to personal freedom! "
master replied calmly:
"In freedom you've decided to take the votes, just six hours if you want free to leave."
Ziyou not know what to reply and after a moment's hesitation, took leave of the master.
Since then, most did not complain, he remained in the monastery until the end of his days, hoping to attain enlightenment.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

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Serbia, peace between 10,000 years


1999: interview with the then Catholic Archbishop of Belgrade, Franc Perko, a character well known in Belgrade, which was then Metropolitan Archbishop. Very interesting read it again after the events in Genoa.


Born in '29, Franc Perko is Slovenian. He welcomes me into his study load of books, magazines and knick-knacks, which shows a vast culture and cultivated: it is a theologian and orientalist "basilica." He was sentenced to four years in prison, who served from '55 to '58 just in Belgrade. Archbishop smokes a pipe and has a frank talk.

Just today we celebrate Cyril and Methodius, the evangelists of the Balkans. What do you suggest the events of the patrons of Europe "two lungs", along with Benedict?

"In the current difficult situation it is very important that the church contributes to the creation of a new mentality of forgiveness, coexistence, and why not, mutual love. Between individuals and between ethnic groups. Peace depends on this change in attitude, but can not be done overnight. Needless to delude themselves. It is a challenge, a responsibility not only for the Catholic Church, but also for the Orthodox and the Muslim community. I think My church is ready to take this step, which indeed is already doing. But I am happy that the Orthodox Church has launched in the same direction, admitting some mistakes in the past. It is a hope, we must be patient and optimistic. "

The propaganda of the regime is intrusive. But even in the West often do not have full information. So you paint the Serbs as evil and almost belligerent ...

"No. All people are equal. Some people from ethnic Serbs are under the influence of evil, that's another story. But people like it exists in all people. So you can not even divide the population between good and bad, but there is something that, in my opinion, has distorted the political horizon, religious and social development: the idea of \u200b\u200bGreater Serbia, which would be Defence (and won) against those who threaten its existence. In the second last Balkan war, that of '91, paradoxically only defenders were in conflict: tell me, is not difficult to stop a war when there's only one striker, one culprit? The current regime has used this idea of \u200b\u200ba Greater Serbia in the recent conflict: Serbia would not exist without Kosovo. Some religious leaders have repeatedly supported this idea, since the war with Croatia, I know for sure in the days before the war, influential clergymen in Krajina launch and sustain this theory. On that occasion he was even refused a Croatian plan (called the Z4), a high degree of autonomy for the region. And now, after redistribution of Bosnia and Herzegovina, signed in Dayton, Greater Serbia is no more. It is true, it is clear the spectrum of a Greater Albania, which argues, inter alia, in the ethnic cleansing carried out by Kosovar Albanians in a number of villages inhabited by Serbs, even before the latter conflict. It is time to stop these lies and political history. "

Balkan card is awesome for mixing ethnic. It would be definitely possible to divide the ethnic groups? Would rather not plan for their peaceful coexistence?

"divide the ethnic groups in the Balkans is absolutely impossible, as demonstrated by the war in Bosnia and now Kosovo conflict. Again, more than a political (though necessary) we need a change of mentality to reach the consciousness that we must live together. Only this is the future, to which all religious communities must work together. You know, for example codes of revenge between the Albanians in Kosovo Catholics had proposed and carried out a general pardon for all Albanians, Catholics or Muslims who they were. The accounts had been cleared. But Catholics Albanians had not addressed this call to forgive one another as Serbs and Roma. Would now be appropriate to do so. True, there are thousands of deaths that weighed on the scales, but without resetting the vendettas will not be able to get out alive. The Catholic Church is ready to take this step, we hope that they are also Catholics. "

Europe is uncertain, because in her womb gave birth to this war, settled with the American bombers. What role can still play the old continent?

"Europe has made many mistakes, but has also had its merits. Without his presence - I say this without qualms - things would have been much worse. After the collapse of Communism, which had been silenced by fear of the ethnic strife by giving fifty years of apparent peace to the Balkans, social movements have been restarted. Younger people, rightly, no longer tolerate to remain under the domain of adults. Russia itself, with its fifteen major ethnic groups, is on the verge of explosion. I think the process of African decolonization teach us something: the boundaries, whatever they are, must remain intact. This principle has saved Africa from total anarchy. In the Balkans held until it came up this idea of \u200b\u200ba Greater Serbia, and everything is blown into the air. Bosnia has been saved thanks to this principle of the immutability of borders. I believe the same will happen with Kosovo. Autonomy of individual regions, yes. Independence, no. "

In his view, what are the positive sides of the Serbian people?

"The hospitality, friendship and respect, especially - actually - for those on their side. A young Serbian student said to me one day: we are friends, because then we do not have the same language? I replied that we had to respect each and love, but in diversity. The Serbs are also excellent not only in football but also in culture. It is a proud and noble people. "

When will true peace in the Balkans?

"Between 10,000 years."

10 000 without discount?

"Unless providence does not intervene. This I hope and believe. "

Thursday, September 2, 2010

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my mom how much time has passed ...

since I last wrote! Month !!!... ... and yet so often I was seized by the desire to come and vent a bit '... but then nothing!
my mood swings were giving me false readings of the newspaper, distorted thoughts, and so I preferred not to give up and write things that maybe later I would have liked to read ... so I did not accept ... that ugly thing!
tonight I was here, in front of the computer and entering my blog, which I do often but I do not leave no sign, I click "new post" ... the dit to run on the keyboard and vaiii ...
this period is a "periodaccio" I feel insecure, deprived living situations ... interim, which I detest, but are continually derealization, with that part of me that is always on the Range, I do not give up, I fall I get up and do a thousand times ...? time passes, runs fast and I seem to lose so much shit and cazzatelle in which my mind and gives too much importance ... the time runs and runs ...
I have to stop for a moment and give an account of everything ... I have to get rid of this paranoia and live life as best I like and let others live their without me trying to "save" difficulties and "disasters "(but who am I to do?) ... I will succeed?? boh!
the only thing I do, and that I know for certain is that "counting on me" ... I owe this to me at all costs!
a hug and thanks for letting me read

Friday, June 11, 2010

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66. Truth

The young Cheng had taken vows a few months but was increasingly nervous and impatient.
One day as he turned to the Zen master:
"I am constantly in search of truth and you do not me you have been of no help!"
"I am a Zen master and all the Zen masters lie"
"If you are a master liar, it is not true what you say, that Zen masters are lying. If we do not mind, then it is true what you say, namely, that the Zen masters lie ... what about? "
"What do I know? Are you being haunted by this story of the truth. I do not care, I have better things to do."
do not know if Cheng was enlightened, certainly since that time all they saw much more calm and rested.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

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today "Mother's Day" ...

a little thought to warm the hearts of those mothers who live in this day the sadness and loneliness ... a hug cuddly


Wednesday, April 28, 2010

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65. Fame

The Sake Monaco turned to his master:
"Help me, are hungry for truth!" The master
submitted this famous koan:
"How to get out the goose from the bottle, without killing the goose and without breaking the bottle?"
Sake, without even asking how it was possible to close a goose alive in a bottle, gathered in meditation for days, determined to solve the puzzle, trying not to give in to sleep or even the pangs of hunger.
Meanwhile, near the monastery, he passed a beggar who found, with amazement, a goose in a closed bottle. He broke the glass and took the animal, without having to kill because he was already dead.
The beggar did not find enlightenment, but something to eat for that day.

Friday, April 2, 2010

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64. The right question

The same young pilgrim reached another Zen master, who spoke thus:
"I have come up to you because I know you know all the answers"
'It is true, "replied the master," but to have the it takes the first right answer the right question "For
this time, no lighting.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

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a vibration of spirit ...

"has no sexual references, but to manifest the spiritual needs of a physical body, the references are physical containers of spiritual essence, the true union and 'the spiritual ... one luminous body powder in billions of light particles, which we are, and their longing for more 'big is to reunify again for eternity'..."
(author's comment)

here is that thought very dear to me far more dedicated to me by a dear friend ...


CONTINUE
anxious

INCESSANT

Overwhelming

SEARCH
CLEAR CONSCIENCE
FIND YOUR HAIR HOW GOLDEN RAY OF SUNSHINE IN
and looked distant memories
YOUR EYES YOUR DOCEZZA YOUR VITALITY '
WE ARE THERE ARE MOMENTS
IMMENSE
FRAGILE Poets Society
attacks me trembling with tense muscles
overwhelmed by doubts, fears, pain.
infinite joy arrives fast, YOUR EYES MY HEAVENS
YOUR MOUTH MY SEA
LIGHT THE SMELL THE SWEETNESS THAT ADOPTS,

NOT HEAR THE BIRDS SINGING
SUN envelops us
THE WIND IMPELS

THE SEA It rises
EXPLODING EARTH
FLY IN COSMO embraced STARRY
RENDERED UNIT MADE
AND 'SWEET left to die in the endless sky

CM 2010

Saturday, March 27, 2010

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63. Doubt

A young pilgrim, who was said eroded by doubts, came to a monastery to talk to a Zen master, known for his enlightening teachings.
"" Say, what are you looking? " welcomed him with these words the master.
"Well, really I do not know ... I mean ... of course I would be happy, like everyone else ... but ... I do not know how"
"And if you think you'd be happy and you do not start to be, really? "
On hearing this, the pilgrim thought to have attained enlightenment and he decided to stay in the monastery.
The next day, however, had changed his mind and went.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

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Wednesday, March 17, 2010

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Friday, March 5, 2010

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Thursday, March 4, 2010

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Monday, March 1, 2010

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after the VOID ... PANIC! ... Reflections of a former ...

for too many years I had this awkward traveling companion, destructive, arrogant and often disabling, but part of me ... hated every minute was punctuated
by his presence and the daily flowed depending on his needs
posed and imposed limits that I respected at the mercy of its waves
here ... I felt like a boat without a rudder and without oars in the ocean huge
all this had had a beginning but, like everything else , arrived too late
from within a new energy began to work, grow, little by little, to bear fruit, to become an inner strength and outward, to let me handle the discomfort, before, and, finally, to give me awareness of it and get out
the panic was gone!
at first it was all a breakthrough, discovering the power back to live in freedom was not just, seemed to have reached the finish line ... but the goal of what?
now I do not know what to say ... perhaps too many battles so exhausted that you lose sight of the real purpose of it all, find out what the "normal" life is all a mask, and you no longer have real battles to take the field, there are wars to win ... it's all a "VACUUM"!
and all the energy you have in where you throw it?
you think there is anything worth to use your body and mind, the soul feels stripped of his usual armor and wanders into the void ... the void!
thinking ... but that damn "panic" has woven fabric, subtle, between the depths of your body and the neurons of your brain power become indispensable?
do not know ... that was not life is this?
... but this is life!
and the "empty"? ... Embee! Vacuum ... fills it with our energy resources, personal, infinite resources, that if they are unable to control an infamous as that will be able to color the gray monotone of this newspaper and give shape to our expectations




Monday, February 15, 2010

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62. Clean your mind

An unhappy monaco conversed with his master
"I honestly believe it is impossible to find enlightenment in this world of shit!"
"You fool! Not the world, but your mind is full of shit. DRAIN!" The Monaco
found enlightenment. The monastery he finally found someone willing to take care of latrines.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

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reflection ... great sadness ...

the threshold of my years, when the first tinsel whitening his head, and you know that the sign of the time makes you sum up, it is sad to realize that you've thrown away the past ... you sow evil and the harvest is poor and park
now there is no time to return to plow, sow and harvest ... what's done is done, you can not change it but only settle for what's in the bag and look to tomorrow, or anything else that is short, with eyes half closed, because maybe you would not want to watch, and waiting for everyone to face off heart its course, which runs all ...
many dreams, desires, emotions and battles! ... How much pain! ... How many falls! ... And every time we get up and start all over again, we went forward with renewed expectations ...
but today I do not care ... maybe "tomorrow is another day" and my eyes will go well, will accept yet another compromise, one more change, metabolizzerà the hassles, disappointments, weaknesses ... but today I feel, perhaps for the first time in my life, old and over ...
"thank" the makers of everything ... and for myself first



Sunday, January 31, 2010

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61. Blind devotion

A very old Zen master and ill summoned the disciples of his monastery.
"E 'come now time for me to leave this existence. It will be my successor, whoever is worthy show now, this minute!" After a brief perplexity
all the monks kneel with his face turned to earth as a sign of devotion. Only one of them rose, and invisible to all, sat down on the pillow reserved for the teacher, having lifted and laid down his frail body.
"You will be my successor, not for your particular merits, but because of all the others ..."
The master died before finishing the sentence.

Friday, January 22, 2010

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60. Teaching Oral

A merchant became very rich and arrogant one day to visit a famous Zen master.
"Are you known for your wisdom and depth of your speeches, they are curious to hear if from your mouth can go out any thing that can transmit a teaching also made to a man like me "
The teacher ended quietly sipping his cup of tea, after which he spat on his face the entire contents of his party.
The merchant was enlightened. He left all his belongings and stood to live in the monastery where he does every morning ablutions with the tea.