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Post by ML on Dec 22, 2019 14:09:55 GMT
www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=992949350751747&set=a.426543324059022&type=3&theaterTwenty thousand centuries have passed since the holy day of your birth, which changed the flow of the rush of the then human trend. But through the centuries, your form is blurry today, and as an echo distant from some church bell, which as it goes, fades and more the truth of your teaching. Yes! Nothing is lost in space and time; but it is the noise of our sad lives strong and you are a distant echo that is lost in so much noise. Silence wild heart, and you are on the day of passions to hear the voice of the one who made his blood offering to your dirty feet. And you are a crowd that, like the holy wave, come and come in these holy days, what is left of you since the birth of him? Happy, decorating your homes, dancing, laughing, singing! Are you doing all this for him? Or did all this stay in you, like an old habit and an established simple custom?... Let us therefore praise the one who was born and lived to be a sacrifice at the shrine of men's love. Man do his teaching if you really want to praise him. Angeliki Anagnostou, December 21, 1982 Merry Christmas to all!!!!
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