ROLISMOS

My madness is sanity Am I out of my senses? Do I have an auto destructive complex? Is not there something more productive? Did I loose the direction of my existence? I am out of my senses, I am out of myself illuminated by that supernatural light. A burning fire is inside of me, my heart was dark, it became bright. It came as an emanation of an idea from his mind to recreate this indigent man. I want to put my head on his chest, I want to hold his hand. I did not intuit it. I did not deduce it. I did not guess it. It just drove me. This is not a mental act. This is an act of the heart. He wants to share with me his secrets, he wants me recreate his art I am mad. My madness is sanity. I want to continue being mad now as a Brother of Charity. A yes will be sufficient. My dreams will change into palpable visions. I know why but he does not have reasons. I already said yes to him. I knew him, now he is unknown.

WHERE SHOULD I LOOK? I am not looking for a man Who every day kneels. I am looking for a man Who has intelligence, heart and will. I am looking for a man Who does not say anything, but does just what he believes. Who does not receive, who does not wait for, He really lives. I am looking for a man who never runs But walks slowly, but with continuity. He is always wake up He does not know lethargy. I am looking for a man Happy, convinced, humble but not smart. I am looking for a man, who knows very well the Gospel, The Good News of the heart. I am looking for a man Powerful but meek. If you find him, please tell me I will no longer seek. I am looking for a man Who has every thing but is poor. Always ready to receive you, When you knock at his door. I am looking for a man with a heart of flesh, He knows the earth very well. He knows how to live in heaven He is not afraid of hell. I am looking for a man. He smiles

Me parece un sueno porque dos anos y medio han pasado ya fugaces como las estrellas que repentinamente aparecen en el firmamento y que un cerrar de ojos desaparecen. Creo que parar el tiempo esta mas alla de mi humanidad, lo unico que puedo hacer es recordar esos estupendos momentos en los que compartimos la vida y quizas esas reminiscencias sean eternas e indudablemente yo quiero que ellas me ayuden a caminar mucho mas facil o que en todo caso me ayuden a limpiar el polvo de mis pies para caminar con meso peso. Yo quiero hacer de esas memorias un suelo fertile para sembrar las semillas de un futuro mas promisorio para despues mirar por horizontes nuevos y altruistas. Yo quiero volver a dibujar aquellos momentos geniales en los que me he reido de mi mismo, en los que he dicho lo que he pensado. Yo quiero vivier con ellos bien lejos. Phoenix

EN EL CRISOL DE LO SIGLOS Un día en Bélgica se escuchó, El ineluctable sonido de una campana. Una vos del destino: caridad Como punto cardinal de nuestro viaje al mañana. Pedro José Triest con su beligerante rostro Iba sonriéndole a la vida. Rescatando la dignidad De una ignominiosa caída. Dedicó su vida A los insignificantes, irrelevantes y abandonados. Dándole a sus vidas Un brillo y un color inusitados. Con sus pies hollando El oprobio de la sociedad. Con sus manos esculpiendo El rostro de la felicidad. He aquí una de sus obras Como antorchas en la oscuridad. He aquí la caridad grabada con letras de oro En las páginas de le eternidad. Cepetri sacrosanto templo Los rayos del sol penetran por tu ventana. Haciendo de la desilusión esperanza De la oscuridad diáfana mañana. …….años Cepetri Del amor y del servicio inagotable fuente. Símbolo de entrega y trabajo En medio de un mundo Apático e indiferente.   El espíritu Tristiano aún vive, Como