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I cannot answer this question. There is no special book I would like people to remember me by. For one simple reason: once I have terminated a book, I will forget almost everything about it, and almost forever. I will rarely have the chance to reread a work of mine o part of it. Every book I wrote was written to talk about and explain the moment I was living in, therefore what is past is past, you cannot live it again. You can think of it but you cannot live it again. As my moments were so different from each other, so are my books. I could make an exception for Il Cuore Immacolato Della Madonna because when I wrote it I was living one of the most appalling moments of human history. A living terror was put outside the house door, beyond the window. And the making of that book gave me a given strength that certainly was not coming from this world completely silenced and bent on its knees. The writing of that text whose inspiring voice was coming from above gave me the strength and end...

  Today we want to present another very topical phrase. The phrase is by Ričardas Gavelis (1950 - 2002), author of one of the most famous Lithuanian novels,  Vilniaus Pokeris . written in Vilnius between 1979-1987, first published in 1988. There is a good English translation  by Elizabeth Novickas. Turbūt dar visai anksti, bet Vilnius tuščias. Vilnius kasdien vis tuštesnis – juo tuštesnis, juo didesnė gatvėse spūstis. Apmiręs miestas, o viršum jo kybo nuolankios, šleikščios baimės rūkas. Vilnius, kurį myliu, Vilnius, kuris esu aš pats, palaidotas tarsi Pompėja po lava, tarsi Atlantida po vandenimis. O mudu su Lolita esam šešėliai: gyvieji vilniečiai, ta skruzdžių minia, drumzlina upė, neklajoja vakaro gatvėmis, nešneka taip, kaip mes "It's probably still early, but Vilnius is empty. Vilnius is getting emptier day by day - and the emptier it gets, the more congested the streets. The city is dead, and above it hangs a fog of obedient, sickening fear. The Vilnius I love, the...

Following the idea of ​​St. Augustine about the saeculum [1]   and that of the two cities, I come to the conclusion that the structure of what falls within the transversal category "people", which eo ipso tends to the beatification of what falls within this category, and eo ipso forgets that people are made up of individuals, must be distinguished in three sub-categories: 1) those who live under the horizon of the saeculum and only in the earthly city (the mass or the flock, i.e. the majority), and we mean the sloths (the acedious), the servants of the saeculum 's propaganda, those dominated by sluggishness, the followers of Satan aware or unaware... 2) those who go beyond the horizon of the saeculum , despising it, and continually looking for the city of God which is placed beyond the horizon, and those are the rebels, those who follow the voice of conscience, who seek the truth and are ready to pay the price for telling the truth, the saints, the martyrs...those mus...

  Shocking video. The symbol of Evil, the Serpent is the key to understand the so-called pandemic Watch here the entire interview HERE

  Was he senseless? Only God may say that. For sure he was abject, weird, and vicious. In the end, a common character to be met. He was called “the professor”, although he hardly spent a day of his life in any sort of teaching. We are talking of Matteo Sartori, quite known in Bergamo before the so-called pandemic, whom after his death is still remembered in that town. He seemed versed in nothing, but he appeared to be devoted to all, instead. He died ingloriously in a hospice in the days of the pandemic. It was said he had passed away because of the virus, but in reality, he had other comorbidities. Although he had lived like a monk, he had been very capable to look after his worldly affairs. And in fact, after his death, it appeared he had millions of euros in his account. But without considering the final his life had been pure senselessness. He was married twice and had no sons. His first wife belonged to the Bergamo’s ancienne bourgeoisie. Antonella Panerai. She was a beauty, a...