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In A sleepless night Heretical

I dropped at his feet. He pretended not to notice, I stepped on without stopping, the soles of her shoes sank into my torn flesh, and he passed on. I followed him with her eyes, I saw him jump into life with an eagerness which gradually faded. I remained on the ground, unable to lie flat to get up, unable to find a pretext to recover from this strange prostration of the soul where I had thrown the victim aware of a dream too bold to be realized. I stayed on the ground to watch the grass green again after a cold winter that had frozen the roots, remains on earth to smell the flowers timid announcing that it was Now is the time to get up and run by him.

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earth (erotic?)

I knelt down to pray. I sensed the cold floor under her knees, reclinai his head a little, and I realized dell'inopportuno eroticism of that position, I realized that eroticism dell'inopportuno arose in me in that circumstance. I should repent of what I do not know. But really excited me that strange mixture of shame received, redemption, spirituality carnal, that longing for the divine beyond, well aware that God was in me. The denial that I had to force myself in those moments, the denial of my flesh, my senses seemed to me the real evil, the breakdown of my body from my soul that I had to redeem the original sin. I thought of Christ, his being a man and God, here's the real message. I smiled. I opened my eyes and I saw him, close beside the altar. He watched my kneeling body, and images.