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My love






I want to talk to an angel that I met on my journey and has always been at my side ... has a wonderful name! "Bruno" ... his name is enclosed in the goodness, reason, the uniqueness, naturalness and honesty.

E 'a document, a witness of love, faith is actually lived.

E ' easy to speak of the cross when you're not experienced, I live day by day, is my faith, I am moving mountains, the boulders in my heart.


The Passion of Jesus
The soldiers came to Jesus, take it by force, drag him out of the hall, and prepare for his crucifixion, then bring him back again into the courtyard where the first was scourged Then cover it with purple and show the Cross.
But Jesus could not open your beautiful eyes so painful to the torment of thorns, the infamous raise the eyelids so that he can see if your burnt before.
When I ponder the way of the Cross can not help but also think about what he had to drive my beloved husband. I think that had to suffer the torment, fear and anxiety that have been traveling companions, the abyss, the darkness and solitude. Bellissmo his face completely deformed, his bright eyes swollen, his cry of pain. To mind are mixed scenes of Calvary of Jesus with those of Bruno (my husband). Jesus falls several times, and oppressed by the weight of the Cross, tired and exhausted by the sufferings endured by the excessive loss of blood, trembling all over your body and falls with the tormented face on the ground. Bruno massacred the weight of the boulders that fell on him, trembling and fell with his face on the ground (to forty feet deep). When he was barely able to get to his feet and opened my eyes to the strength of that agony, that's meets the eye dell'afflittissima His mother, who was shewn through the crowd so provides, and in those penetrating eyes all the strength of their love and their unspeakable grief. O my Jesus, if I could help myself to bear the heavy cross and that of my beloved husband. I am comforted by the fact that You've loaded the weight of all the sins of the world and when washed by Thy Cross Your Most Precious Blood is resting on the shoulders of Cyrene, I'm sure at that moment you've lifted the boulder from the body of Bruno and you took upon you my whole and its suffering. That pain and emptiness that led me to you and made me understand and appreciate the greatness of the eternal goods of Heaven.

Maria Maistrini