“At first, so to speak… we hardly realize the extraordinary events to which we are witness…” he began, rather quietly, and hearing his whisper, everyone immediately stopped speaking, in anticipation of the storms of laughter to come. “The brilliant light of the Sun,”...
(1931-2005) The Question When that dress-grey, gray-haired and gray-faced goblin took charge of me then inside the gate, which closed behind me for a couple years, I was still cheerful exceedingly cheerful nodding out (hadn’t slept for days), cheerful because taking...
During my stay in Umbertide I was deeply touched by the spirit of St. Frances who spent most of his life in the surrounding mountains. I felt a kind of invitation to step into his footprint. On my long walks in the hills I heard even the roadside stones talking about...
