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Internet                     No oppressor is good, and no oppressed is bad Fidel, I do not want to offend you, but I am asking myself how come you let Nelson Mandela overtake you... The apartheid regime of South Africa was maybe more cruel than the one laying to waste Cuba under the thumb of Batista and of his mafiosi yankees. Under the inspiration of the CIA (her again!), the criminals who were ransacking and pillaging South Africa took hold of Mandela and had him imprisoned. For 27 years, he suffered hell. But in jail, Mandela grew up, so much so that in the eyes of the people he became a hero as popular as you in Cuba.    When he came out of that inferno, he could have only to snap his fingers so that the people rise up and make a stew with the oppressors. But Nelson did not chose that path. He chose to initiate a revolution light years away from yours. Animated by an inner strength that he had developed in jail, he categorically refused to fight hate with hate, l

My dear Dragon, in any case, of all the dragons of the world, you are the most wonderful!  Your mother was an exquisite sausage princess who had a sulphurous affair with a police dog…From that atomic fusion, dear Dragon, you were born as the synthesis of the thesis and the antithesis. With you the conflict of the opposites is over and the eternal battle between the intelligence and the stick comes to an end. When you entered my life in Tilcara, some thirty-five years ago, you were only a puppy given by a nice boy of the village to my son Edu. He and I welcomed you, filled with joy, like a little star fallen from above.   Your childhood was a non-stop running of mischievousness and laughs. With the time, you sat down and you became my secretary and confidant. After dinner, lying like a mat on the floor you would listen with patience the monologues in Spanish and in French of the incorrigible dreamer that I always have been. At times, you would look at me with bored eyes,

 JULIEN, AUTHOR OF THE  BIBLE For our modern sensitivity, our good Julien Vézina* is not quite the type of missionary to imitate. Anyway, he is inimitable. In the mountains of South Honduras where the climate is very hot and where life is very rough, he is the freest man of the world. He does not sleep, eats very little and never stops. He is a man whose passion is to be with the ordinary people, to make them happy, to serve them. He plays cat-and-mouse with the children, he extracts teeth, and if no midwife is available for delivery, he is the one who plays the role of «mid-husband». No unemployment.  When we are Julien Vézina, we enrol in the Eucharistic Crusade the babies still breast feeding and communion is given to them just like with adults. We direct the brass bands at all the patriotic celebrations and we play any musical instrument.  We use the typewriter at the speed of lightning and we create documents. For those thousands of people who have no papers an

If I were an American, in the next presidential election I would vote for Bernie Sanders. That’s because Bernie is the freest, the most humane, the more just and the truest among all the candidates in line. But Bernie will lose, for sure. Why? Probably because the majority of Americans - like most of the inhabitants of our planet - want nothing but money, even dirty money that trickles down with blood.  W hat is «more free, more humane, more just and more true» comes second for them. Moreover, they don’t give a damn!   «The majority», I said, not everybody, since a minority will vote for Bernie.   2000 years ago, I would have voted for Jesus, you see? ... And so, why do I vote for losers? The youth knows very well why. The youth feels that Old Sanders’ ideas are vital for democracy, for social justice and for the peace in the world. The youth is aware that the future of the humankind is going exactly in this direction. So t he youth votes for Sanders. Jesus lost for

                                                                         Green Yatra          The Great Boat, it’s the Earth. It is the Common Good, the material and cultural basic goods. In other words, they are the goods which allow men and women of the planet to have everywhere the same chances. Those goods are: the Earth, the air, the water, the dignity, the respect, justice, freedom, education, health, housing, work, security, peace and beauty.   But the Great Boat is being worn away from all sides. By whom? By those who have axes, saws, hammers, nail. They are well known. They are in governments and in all the sectors of society. I may be one of them. With the planks that we are chopping out of the Great Boat, we are throwing together yachts or launches. And then we bugger off!   Sin is obsolete, for sure, but let us have a good look at the picture above. If that obsolete thing exists, that’s its face.                                                           

                                                                                           Photo: Genée Jerome Seeing beyond all appearances Joseph, holding a hammer, is the man who helps Jesus to discover the treasures that are hidden within each tree. He teaches him to see here and there, beyond all appearances, beams for the framework of a house,  a table, a door, a seat, a loom, a cradle, a coffin; kitchen utensils, bowls for eating, buckets for the well, tools for working the soil, crutches for the infirm, clogs for the poor, a barrel for the wine… Jesus learns from Joseph that the tree is aware that it will be sacrificed so that its brothers and sisters may enjoy a more humane life; that brings it a great joy. And even though it suffers by that, the tree is proud to know that from its body is drawn the cross on which very often are nailed throughout the world the men and the women in love with justice and freedom.     Joseph learns from Jesus how to chop a tree with r

Pic from Internet I, humanity, the whole world, we are fatally wounded. We are broken, tormented by death. But we are growing constantly towards something greater. The Crucified One, he is the mirror of our reality made of violence, sin and death. He is an obscure image that still does not succeed in extinguishing the obstinate fire which is burning under our ruins.       The Crucified One is Risen!  He tells me about the long march of nothingness towards being, the long road of the night towards the light. He tells me about the long journey of death towards life, of nonsense towards meaning.  He shows me the not very glorious stage that we have attained, but already he lets me catch a glimpse of what we are becoming. He tells me that all that chaos will lead to Beauty. That End attracts me. It attracts everything. It attracts the whole of the universe. I feel that it is inscribed in the DNA of the world. The Crucified-Risen One tells me about the great childbirth of the