Coincidences
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Tuesday, April 19, 2011
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Jesus
My brother gave me his home in Galilee, a small town near Logroño. I could not refuse the prospect of a free holiday, in addition to that call Jesus (yes, me too) and holidays in Galilee, it seemed only natural. And I must say that, although in general have been some nice days, to be Jesus in Galilee was much harder than I ever imagined.
I spent every holiday multiplying loaves, besides fish, and doing all kinds of miracles, really, should not switch my days off. Enfin, I returned the light to the blind, the sound to the deaf and the dumb word, manages a couple of lame that they walked with ease, even on Friday I was about to make a quick resurrection, not to annoy burial to the people that I was running so well and because I thought it might be true that nature is wise and if they had decided that the old Damiano was his time to the eighty-eight years for something would be.
On Saturday, however, the chance, listen to a conversation between the mayor and the opposition, the other council, expressing his match in the program will round out the holiday month of August a spectacular crucifixion, that while I could not find out about who had thought for so appreciated role, given my last intervention on the people and the suspicious silence which greeted my arrival at Santi bar I decided that if they had considered him to an honor, would be a lot safer in San Sebastian. Also if you have to make an effort and wonders a little, for it, even for my vacation, but the passions and torments never have given me something rather than by nature is a fucking whiny and scared.
So, I left a neat and instructive letter to the pastor read at the next Mass and explaining the people of Galilee as I was I was good at miracles and other divine intervention while my brother Jesus, the more gifted for drama, carry a passion most worthy to suffer anything to be asked politely. After I took the bus tickets for the ten o'clock on Monday.
in case.
I spent every holiday multiplying loaves, besides fish, and doing all kinds of miracles, really, should not switch my days off. Enfin, I returned the light to the blind, the sound to the deaf and the dumb word, manages a couple of lame that they walked with ease, even on Friday I was about to make a quick resurrection, not to annoy burial to the people that I was running so well and because I thought it might be true that nature is wise and if they had decided that the old Damiano was his time to the eighty-eight years for something would be.
On Saturday, however, the chance, listen to a conversation between the mayor and the opposition, the other council, expressing his match in the program will round out the holiday month of August a spectacular crucifixion, that while I could not find out about who had thought for so appreciated role, given my last intervention on the people and the suspicious silence which greeted my arrival at Santi bar I decided that if they had considered him to an honor, would be a lot safer in San Sebastian. Also if you have to make an effort and wonders a little, for it, even for my vacation, but the passions and torments never have given me something rather than by nature is a fucking whiny and scared.
So, I left a neat and instructive letter to the pastor read at the next Mass and explaining the people of Galilee as I was I was good at miracles and other divine intervention while my brother Jesus, the more gifted for drama, carry a passion most worthy to suffer anything to be asked politely. After I took the bus tickets for the ten o'clock on Monday.
in case.
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