Being part of this people who slowly, sobriety 'and dignity' lives and their calling, from waits, hopes, loves, suffers ... and loves. So I felt the crowd was festive male under the waterfall of Kutralam to cool off, to enjoy to celebrate life .. Life always connected to the water ... Genesis, the Spirit hovering over the waters .. the Red Sea water from the rock ... .. Baptism in the Jordan, but also the memory of our sister Samaritan ... water I bathed with them joyful ... I observed all because a 'foreigner and guest, I always turn to a white sweet smile ... in this the boys and girls are the first to break down any barrier mental, cultural, linguistic ... perhaps envied, perhaps loved to be part of the shower with them ... I prayed in the pouring cold water on me .. I prayed the Pope 'of heaven, the same skies that surround and guard them and me, forgive my sins, to forgive my closing and my lack of freedom '... I asked the simplicity 'testimonies that these people I like tranquility' of their non-stop pace ... I asked the feet of children and snappy free to follow his inspiration ... I asked their smile to welcome anyone and any event ... I asked the other as a pure look at me ... and I rejoiced to be pushed by them under the waterfall and our partial nudity 'that made us all equal, brothers and sons of the Father who calls differently, but who loves us and whom we love, as children will inevitably be forgiven
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