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Marco Agostino | Teatro alla Scala

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[Alberto] Biasi, [Agostino] Bonalumi, [Kilian] Breier, [Enrico] Castellani, [Giacomo] Ganci, [Edoardo] Landi, [Heinz] Mack, [Dada-] Maino, [Piero] Manzoni, [Manfredo] Massironi, [Almir] Mavignier, [Ira] Moldow, [Agostino] Pisani, [Marco] Santini, (invitation sheet in square format printed on cardstock), Galleria Azimut, Milano, May 25 – July 18, 1960 [Studio Bruno Tonini, Gussago (BS)]

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L'amore di P. Pio per le anime del Purgatorio

Padre Pio pregava quotidianamente per le anime del Purgatorio e queste gli dimostravano gratitudine: molte sono le testimonianze dei confratelli del Santo che spiegano il suo rapporto diretto con queste anime e la loro riconoscenza. Continue reading L’amore di P. Pio per le anime del Purgatorio

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è mancata Domenica Megali in Crucitti

è mancata Domenica Megali in Crucitti Ne danno il triste annuncio i figli: Paolo con la moglie Angela, Natale con la moglie Emilia, Carmelo con la compagna Adriana, Mariella con il marito Davide, i fratelli Sebastiano con la moglie Ines, Franca con il marito Giuseppe, Angelica con il marito Fortunato, Margherita con il marito Carmelo, i cognati Crucitti con le rispettive famiglie, gli adorati…

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audio semi-integrale di "all'oscuro", materiali sonori di marco ariano ed elio martusciello (con pietro d'agostino)

  Dalla sperimentazione luminosa di Pietro D’Agostino, parte integrante della performance ALL’OSCURO materiali sonori: Marco Ariano, Elio Martusciello proiezioni luminose: Pietro D’Agostino  ai Fumi della fornace Valle Cascia (MC), 26 agosto 2023 https://slowforward.files.wordpress.com/2023/08/ariano-dagostino-martusciello_-alloscuro_-26-8-2023_-i-fumi-della-fornace.mp3 _

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Meditations of St. Padre Pio – Part 5 (Concluding Meditation)

Padre Pio was at the height of his priestly apostolate with multitudes of pilgrims visiting him, for his Mass, to confess to him, and to ask him for prayers and counsel. He was a master of souls; he directed everyone with penetrating words full of deep meaning. His series of "Meditations" was the first complete text of Padre Pio's thoughts. These texts consists of Padre Pio's meditations upon the fundamental dogmas of the Catholic faith. The Immaculate Conception and the Incarnation of Jesus. He then relives Jesus' agony in the garden of olives. Next he reflects on the human condition, and on our need to turn to God in the passing of our days. These are not conventional texts; they are reflections derived from the contemplation of the absolute Truth. “Mary Immaculate” is a more theological text. The others are more human and simple.

Padre Pio, in the first years of his residence in San Giovanni Rotondo (1918 – 1920), when he was freer from the care of souls, wrote a few meditations for his novices and his spiritual daughters of the Franciscan Third Order. They were the text of his lectures or instructions that he gave weekly as their Spiritual Director. After that, between the years 1925 – 1928, Padre Pio compiled other meditations. Fr. Agostino of San Marco in Lamis affirms it in his "Diary:" The Provincial, Fr. Bernardo of Alpicella, once suggested to Padre Pio to “compile a few meditations for the principal feasts of the year for our seminarians.” When Padre Pio was shown the possibility of publishing these meditations, he said: "I have written these things for myself." But, when it was explained to him that "they would do a lot of good to our souls" he smilingly said: "if it is as you say, bonum est diffu sivum sui (good, by its nature, is destined to be spread).

Meditation - Part 5 - The Agony of Jesus In The Garden - Holy Hour

J. M. J. – D. F. C. Note: The initials J. M. J. – D. F. C. Stands for Jesus, Mary, Joseph – Dominic, Francis, Catherine

The cross is always ready and awaits you at every turn." – Imitation of Christ

(Maxim which appears on the door of Padre Pio's cell No. 1)

O Divine Spirit, enlighten and inflame me as I meditate on the Passion of Jesus. Help me to fathom this mystery of the infinite love and suffering of a God who clothed himself in our human nature and endured suffering, agony and death for love of his creatures. The eternal, immortal God stoops down and humbles himself to the point of enduring the greatest martyrdom, the ignominious death of the Cross, covered with insults, contempt and infamy, in order to save the creature who has offended him and wallowed in the filth of sin. Man takes pleasure in sin and because of his sin his God is saddened, suffers and sweats blood in the most appalling spiritual agony. No, I cannot fathom this boundless ocean of love and sorrow unless your grace sustains me. Let me enter into the deepest recesses of the Heart of Jesus, to read there the essence of his bitter sorrow which reduced him to the point of death there in the Garden. Let me comfort him with my love, forsaken as he is by his Father and by his own. May I be able to join him in order to expiate in union with him.

O most sorrowful Mother Mary, unite me with you that I may follow Jesus and share his sufferings and your own sorrow.

O my dear Guardian Angel, guard my faculties and keep them recollected in my suffering Jesus, so that they may not stray far from him. Amen.

I

At the end of his earthly life, the divine Redeemer, having left us his whole self in the form of food and drink in the Sacrament of Love and having fed his Apostles with his immaculate Flesh, makes his way together with his own to the Garden of Olives, a place well-known to the disciples and to Judas himself. Along the way leading from the Cenacle to the Garden, Jesus instructs his disciples. He makes them ready for the coming separation, for his imminent Passion, and prepares them to suffer calumnies, persecution and even death itself for his sake, showing them how to imitate him, their divine Model.

I shall be with you. Do not be troubled. O disciples, for the divine promise will never fail; of this you will receive proof at this solemn hour.

He is about to enter on his grievous Passion and rather than thinking of himself he is full of concern for them.

Oh, what immense love is contained in that Heart. His countenance is suffused with sadness and love at the same time and his words come from the depths of his Heart. He speaks with deep affection, he encourages and comforts them; he promises to console them and explains the deepest mysteries of his Passion.

O Jesus, I have always been deeply moved by this journey from the Cenacle to the Garden, by the effusion of a love that poured itself out so freely and was merged with your loved ones, by the outpouring of a love that is about to sacrifice itself for others to redeem them from slavery. You have taught us that there is no greater proof of love than to lay down one's life for one's friends and you are now about to seal this proof of love with the sacrifice of your own life.

Who can fail to marvel in such a generous oblation?

When they reach the Garden, the divine Master dismisses the disciples and takes with him only three of them, Peter, James, and John, that they may witness his suffering. Would this same trio who saw him transfigured on Tabor between Moses and Elias and acknowledge him as God, would they be strong enough to recognize him now as the Man-God in the midst of mortal agony and sorrow? As they enter the Garden he says to them: Remain here, watch and pray that you may not enter into temptation. Be on your guard, he seems to tell them, because the enemy does not sleep; protect yourselves against him beforehand with the weapon of prayer, so that you may not be led into sin. This is the hour of darkness. With this recommendation he goes apart from them a stone's throw and falls prostrate on the ground.

He is extremely sad: his soul is a prey to indescribable sorrow. The night is far advanced and the air is clear. The moon glows high above, leaving the Garden in semi-shadow. Occasional ominous flashes of light breakthrough the shadows, seeming to herald some serious and sinister events, producing shivers and freezing the blood in one's veins. The light seems tinged with the color of blood. A wind which gives warning of a coming storm stirs the olive trees and with the rustling of the leaves seems to reach one's very bones like a herald of death, going right down into the soul and filling it with mortal sadness.

This is the most dreadful night, the like of which will never again be known.

What a contrast, O Jesus. How beautiful was the night of your birth, when the jubilant angels announced peace and chanted their Gloria. Now it seems to me that they are circling around you at a respectful distance, as if in recognition of the supreme anguish of your soul.

This is the place to which Jesus comes to pray. He deprives his sacrosanct human nature of the strength conferred on it by his divinity and subjects it to indescribable sadness, to extreme weakness, to sorrow and desolation, to mortal anguish. His soul is plunged in this grief as in a boundless sea which at every moment seems about to overwhelm him. There appears before his mind the entire martyrdom of this approaching Passion which, like a torrent overflowing its banks, pours into his Heart to torture, oppress and tear it to pieces. First of all, he sees Judas, the disciple he loves so dearly, who sells him for a few coins, who is at this moment drawing near to the Garden to betray him and hand him over to his enemies. He, the friend and disciple whom only a short while earlier he has fed with his Flesh. Prostrate before him he has washed his feet and clasping them to his Heart has kissed them with all the tenderness of a brother, as if he intended by the power of love to dissuade him from his impious and sacrilegious plan, or at least that when he has committed this crazy crime he may enter into himself and recalling all these proofs of love, repent and be saved. But no, he is lost, and Jesus weeps over his willful loss.

Jesus beholds himself bound by his enemies and dragged through the streets of Jerusalem, through those same streets which a few days earlier he traversed in triumph, acclaimed as the Messiah. He sees himself before the High Priest where he is beaten, declared guilty and deserving of death. He, the Author of life, led from one court to another to appear before judges who condemn him. By his own people whom he has loved and to whom he has given so much he sees himself insulted and ill treated, while with devilish shouts and hisses they clamor for his death, his death on the Cross. He hears their false accusations, sees himself condemned to the most merciless scourging, crowned with thorns, derided, mockingly addressed as King, slapped in the face.

Finally, he beholds himself condemned to the shameful death of the Cross and mounting the hill of Calvary, reduced to extreme weakness from loss of blood, falling to the ground several times beneath the weight of the Cross. Then he sees himself reaching the hilltop where he is stripped and laid upon the Cross, mercilessly crucified and raised up on the Cross in the sight of all, where he hangs by three nails which tear and dislocate veins and bones and flesh. O God! What a long three hours of agonizing torture he endures amid the insults of an insane and merciless throng.

He sees himself with throat and internal organs racked by burning thirst, while this agonizing torture is increased by the taste of vinegar and gall.

He sees himself abandoned by the Father, and witnesses the desolation of his Mother at the foot of the Cross.

Finally, he beholds his ignominious death between two thieves, one of whom recognizes and acknowledges him as God and is saved, while the other blasphemes and insults him and dies in despair.

He sees Longinus approach him and with supreme insolence and contempt rip open his side. Then, like all mortal men, he is subjected to the humiliation of the tomb.

All these things pass before his gaze to torture him and Jesus is seized with terror. This terror takes possession of his divine Heart, holds it fast and lacerates it. He trembles as though in the throes of a very high fever, he is overcome by terror and his soul languishes in deadly sorrow. He, the innocent Lamb, alone, abandoned to the wolves, deprived of all defense. He, the Son of God, the Lamb who has offered himself voluntarily to be sacrificed for the glory of that same Father who abandons him to the fury of the powers of Hell, for the Redemption of the human race. His own disciples have become cowards and desert him, fleeing from him as from the most dangerous of men. He, the Eternal Word of God, becomes the laughingstock of his enemies.

Does he withdraw? No, from the very start he generously embraces all without reserve.

What is this terror and what is its origin? What is this deadly fear? Ah! He has exposed his human nature as a target to receive all the blows of divine Justice injured by sin. In his naked soul he experiences keenly all that he will have to suffer, each single sin that he will have to expiate with its own particular punishment. He falls prostrate because his human nature is a prey to weakness, fear and terror.

He seems to have reached the extreme limit. He lies prostrate, face to the ground, before the Majesty of his Father. That divine countenance, which keeps the angels and saints of heaven in ecstasy in eternal admiration of its beauty, on earth is completely disfigured. My God! My Savior! Are you not the God of heaven and earth, equal in all things to your Father, you who humble yourself to the point of almost losing the likeness of man?

Ah, yes, I understand that it is in order to teach me, proud as I am, that I must be plunged into the depths of the earth if I am to have relations with heaven. It is in order to make reparation and to expiate for my arrogance that you bow down in this way before your Father; it is so draw down on mankind his merciful gaze which has been withdrawn because of man's rebellion against him. Because of your humiliation he forgives the proud creature. It is in order to make peace between earth and heaven that you fall prostrate to the ground as if to bestow on it the kiss of peace. O Jesus, may you be blessed and thanked forever by all men for all the humiliations and abasement by which you have given us God and united us to him in an embrace of holy love.

II

Jesus rises and looks up beseeching and sorrowfully to heaven. He raises his arms and prays. Dear God, how deadly pale is that face! He prays to the Father who seems to turn his gaze elsewhere and appears ready only to strike him with his avenging sword, with all the fury of an offended God. Jesus prays with all the trust of a Son, but he is fully aware of the task that is his. He recognizes that he alone, on behalf of all, is the One who has outraged the divine Majesty. He realizes that it is he alone, by the sacrifice of his life, who can satisfy the divine Justice and reconcile the creature with the Creator. He longs for this and he desires it efficaciously. But his human nature is terrified at the sight of his bitter Passion. It wants to refuse it all, but his soul is prepared for the sacrifice and does battle with all its strength. He feels stricken but he struggles furiously.

O my Jesus, how can we draw strength from you when we see you so exhausted and stricken?

I understand how it is: you have taken upon yourself all our weaknesses. It is in order to bestow your strength on us that you have collapsed like this. It is in order to teach us that we must placed our trust in you alone during life's battles, even when heaven seems closed against us.

In his extreme affliction Jesus cries out to the Father: If it be possible, let this cup pass from me. This is the cry of his human nature which in its affliction has recourse with confidence to heavenly aid. Although he is aware that his plea will not be granted, since this is his own will, he prays. O my Jesus, why do you ask for what you do not want to be granted? The reason is suffering and love.

Here is the great secret. The sorrow that afflicts you leads you to us for help and comfort, but your desire to appease the divine Justice and restore us to God makes you cry out: Not my will, but thine, be done. In face of this prayer, heaven remains hard as stone.

His broken Heart is in need of comfort. The abandonment he experiences, the battle he is bearing all alone seems to drive him to look for someone who will comfort him. Slowly, then, he rises, and almost staggering he moves off in the direction of his disciples in search of comfort. These men who have lived with him for so long, these trusted ones, will be able to understand his interior anguish and the trial he must undergo in order to end it. They will be able to give him a little comfort.

But what a disappointment! He finds them fast asleep and he feels even more fully alone in that boundless spiritual solitude. He draws near to them and calls them. Then turning quietly to Peter he says: Simon, are you asleep? You who protested that you would follow me until death and would give your life for me, are you sleeping? Then turning to the others he adds: So, could you not watch with me one hour? The complaint of the Lamb who has offered himself to be sacrificed, the complaint of a wounded Heart that is suffering intensely, alone and deprived of all comfort.

But he revives as if from a weakness and forgetful of himself and of what he is suffering, full of concern and love for them, he adds: Watch and pray that you may not enter into temptation. It is as if he meant to say: If you have forgotten me so quickly, while I struggle and suffer, watch and pray and least for your own sake. But the disciples, heavy with sleep, hardly notice the voice of Jesus. They barely distinguish him as a shadowy figure, so that they do not observe his face is disfigured by the interior anguish which torments him.

O Jesus, how many generous souls, touched by your cry of grief, have kept you company there in the Garden, sharing your sorrow and your mortal anguish. How many hearts in the course of the centuries have replied generously to your invitation. In this supreme hour, then, may this company of souls bring you some comfort, sharing with you more than your disciples did the sorrow of your Heart and cooperating with you towards their own salvation and the salvation of others. Allow me also to be numbered among them so that I too may bring you a little relief.

III

Jesus has returned to his place of prayer and another picture more dreadful than the previous one is presented to his gaze. All our sins with all their filthiness past in detail before his eyes. He beholds all the wickedness and malice of creatures as they commit these sins. He knows to what an extent these sins injure and outrage the Majesty of God. He sees all the obscenity, the immodesty, the blasphemies which rise up from the lips of creatures, accompanied by the wickedness of their hearts, of those hearts and lips which were made to send up nothing but hymns of praise and blessing to the Creator. He sees the sacrileges by which priests and people are defiled, indifferent to the Sacraments instituted for our salvation as the necessary means for the communication of divine grace, but which have become, instead, the means of sin and condemnation for souls. With this filthy mass of human corruption he has clothed himself and appears before the holiness of his Father, to expiate for each sin by a separate punishment, to render to God all the glory they have denied him, to cleanse that sewer in which men are plunged with contemptuous indifference.

Nothing of all this holds him back. Like a surging sea this mass sweeps down on him, surrounds and overwhelms him. Behold him before his Father, facing all the anger of his divine Justice. He who is the essence of purity, he who is holiness by nature, in contact with sin! In fact it is as if he himself has become a sinner. Who can fathom the disgust he experiences in the depths of his soul? The horror he feels? The nausea, the repugnance he experiences? Since he has taken all these things without exception upon himself, this immense load crushes and overwhelms him, throws him to the ground and leaves him prostrate. Exhausted, he groans beneath the weight of the divine Justice, before his Father who turns on him ready to strike him like an accursed being with his full fury.

He would like to shake off this immense load that is crushing him. He would like to throw off this dreadful weight which makes him shudder. His very purity rejects him as does the angry gaze of his Father who abandons him to these turbid and polluted waters of sin in which he sees him immersed. Everything combines within his soul to induce him to withdraw from this bitter Passion. Nature fights against itself and everything tells him to cast off this filthiness and to refuse this mediation. But the image of Justice unappeased, on the sinners not yet reconciled, prevails in his Heart brimming over with love.

These two forces, these two loves, one holier than the other, fight for victory in the Savior's Heart. Which will prevail? Undoubtedly he wants to grant the victory to outraged Justice. This takes first place and he wants it to triumph. But what is the image he is to show forth? The image of one sullied by all the filthiness of men? Is he, the very substance of holiness, to see himself filthied by sin, even apparently? No, not this. It frightens him, it fills him with fear and terror.

As if seeking the solution to this harsh situation he has recourse to prayer. Prostrate before the Majesty of his Father, he cries out: Father, let this cup pass from me. As if he wanted to say: My Father, I want your glory, I want your Justice to be satisfied in full. I want the family of mankind to be reconciled to you. Must I who am the same holiness as yourself see myself sullied by sin? Ah, no, this is not to be! Let this cup pass from me, then, and you, to whom all things are possible, find some other means in the infinite treasury of your Wisdom. But if you do not want this, then: Not my will, but thine, be done!

IV

This time also the Savior's prayer fails to have affect. He feels he is dying and with great difficulty he interrupts his prayer to go in search of comfort. He feels utterly deprived of strength and he staggers, panting, towards his disciples. Once more he finds them sleeping. This increases his sorrow and he merely arouses them. How confused they must feel. But Jesus says nothing to them this time; he only appears immensely distressed. He keeps to himself all the pain and affliction of that desertion, of that indifference and by his silence he seems to regard with indulgence the weakness of his own.

O Jesus, what suffering I read in your Heart already brimming over with anguish. I see you withdraw from your disciples in such deep grief. Ah! If I could only relieve you and comfort you even to a slight extent. But since I am unable to do anything else, I remain beside you and weep. Aware as I am of your great suffering, may my tears of love for you and of sorrow for my sins mingle with your own and made they rise up to the Father's throne and induce him to have mercy on you and on many souls who are still plunged in the sleep of sin and death.

Jesus returns once more to his place of prayer in great affliction and in a state of collapse. He falls to the ground rather than prostrating himself upon it. A mortal agony seizes him and he prays with greater vehemence than before. The Father keeps his gaze averted, as if this were the most despicable of men.

I seem to hear all the laments of the Savior. Oh! If at least men for whom I am agonizing – he seems to say – and on behalf of whom I am ready to embrace everything, if only they were grateful and were to repay me with love for all the suffering I am enduring for them. If they only realized the high price with which I am about to ransom them from the death of sin so as to give them the true life of God's children. Ah, it is love that rends my Heart, more than the executioners will tear my flesh to pieces. But no, he sees men who are unable to profit from all this because they do not want to. Men will continue to curse this divine Blood and the loss will become more irreparable and unpardonable. Only a few will draw profit from it while the majority will hasten on their way to perdition! In the extreme anguish of his broken Heart, Jesus continues to repeat: Of what use is my blood? And he falls down again, utterly overcome.

But those few induce his divine Heart to remain on the battlefield, to face up to all the suffering and sorrow of his Passion and Death, in order to win for them the palm of victory. He no longer has anywhere to go to find comfort. Heaven is closed against him. Even men on their deathbed, beneath the load of their sins, indifferent and ungrateful, ignore Jesus' love for them. Jesus is in mortal agony, he is torn and tortured by love. His countenance has taken on the pallor of death, his eyes are dimmed, an indefinable sadness invades his whole being. My soul is sorrowful even unto death.

O Jesus, I seem to hear from your lips these words in tones of infinite sorrow! They reveal a profound sadness which wells up from the deepest recesses of your soul!

Fear shakes him and makes him tremble all over as a deadly anguish crushes him. He is nauseated by the evil smell of many sins and intense grief invades his soul: My soul is sorrowful unto death. O Jesus, my generous guarantor, these words of yours go straight to my heart. Oh, if I could only raise you up and comfort you. O Jesus, the contemplation of your great torment makes me weep with you.

Jesus! Jesus! He no longer listens to my cry! Love has made him his own executioner. He has fainted and fallen to the ground and from his face and his whole person blood is flowing to the ground. At first, I see it issuing in great drops from his pores, then these drops unite and the blood flows in streams to the ground. He no longer lies face downwards, but on his left side with outstretched arms, in a deadly collapse, his face and his whole body bathed in Blood, his eyes half-closed and almost lifeless, his mouth half-open, while his breast which previously was heaving is now enfeebled and almost motionless.

Jesus, my adored Jesus! Let me die along with you. Jesus! My contemplative silence, as I remain close to you in your death-throes, is more eloquent. Jesus! Your sufferings pierce my heart and I cast myself down beside you. My tears have dried and I groan along with you, for the cause that has reduced you to such agony and for your intense and infinite love which has brought you to this.

O Divine Blood. You pour spontaneously from the loving Heart of my Jesus; the flood-tide of pain, the extreme anguish, the fierce struggle he endures in driving you out of that Heart to ooze from his pores and stream down to the ground. Allow me to gather you up, O Divine Blood, especially your first drops, for I want to keep you in the chalice of my heart. This is the most convincing proof that nothing but love has forced you from the veins of my Jesus. Through you I want to cleanse myself and to purify every place that is contaminated by sin; I want to offer you to the Father.

This is the Blood of his beloved Son which has descended to the earth in order to purify it; it is the Blood of his Son, the Man-God, which goes up to his throne to placate his Justice which has been outraged by our sins. He is profusely satisfied.

But what am I saying? While the Father's Justice is satisfied; Jesus is not yet satiated with suffering. No, Jesus does not want to arrest at this point the outpouring of his love for men.

Man must be given an infinite proof of his love, he must see to what depths of ignominy this love will bring his Savior. He must recognize that his Redemption has been abundant. Even though the Father's infinite Justice measures the infinite value of his Most Precious Blood and is appeased, man, on the other hand, must have tangible proof that Jesus' love is not weary of suffering for him and does not stop here, but goes on to the extreme agony on the Cross, to the point of his ignominious death upon it.

Perhaps completely spiritual men can assess at least partially the love which brings Jesus to endure quite voluntarily this Agony here in the Garden, but those who are engrossed in material things and whose hopes are centered more on this world than on heaven need to see him agonizing and bleeding to death for them on a Cross, in order that they may be shaken by the sight of that Blood and that heartrending torment.

No, his loving Heart is not yet satisfied. He enters into himself once more and prays again: My Father, if this cup cannot pass unless I drink it, not my will, but thine, be done.

From now on, Jesus answers the loving cry of his Heart, the cry of the human race which, in order to be redeemed, demands his death. When the Father pronounces his death sentence, heaven and earth want to see him die. Jesus bows his adorable head in acceptance. Father, if this cup cannot pass unless I drink it, not my will, but thine, be done.

Now the Father sends an angel, an angelic messenger, to console Jesus. What comfort does God's angel bring to the strong God, the Master of the universe, invincible and omnipotent? Jesus allows himself to be susceptible to suffering. He has taken our weakness upon himself and it is the Man who suffers and agonizes. It is the miracle of his infinite love that makes him sweat Blood and reduces him to agony.

There are two reasons for his prayer to the Father: he prays on his own behalf and on ours. The Father does not hear him for his own sake, but wants him to die for us. I believe the angel, bowed down in reverence before Jesus, before this eternal Beauty now covered with Blood and dust, in deferent homage brings him the consolation of resignation to the divine will, imploring him for the glory of the Father and in the name of sinners to drink the chalice which from all eternity he has offered to drink for men's salvation. He prays in order to teach us once again that when our soul is desolate as his own, it is only through prayer that we should seek comfort from heaven.

He, our strength, will be ready to rescue us because he willed to take our miseries upon himself.

Yes, O Jesus, you have to drink the chalice to the very dregs, for you have now taken upon yourself the most agonizing death. O Jesus, may nothing ever have the power to separate me from you, neither life nor death. Following you during life, passionately attached to you, may it be granted to me to breathe my last with you on Calvary, so that I may ascend to you in glory. May I follow you in trials and persecution so that I may one day be worthy to come to you, to love you in the unveiled glory of heaven, to sing you a hymn of thanksgiving for all you have suffered.

But now Jesus rises to his feet, strong and invincible as a lion in battle. This Jesus who desired with great longing this banquet of Blood – with desire I have desired it – smooths his disheveled hair, wipes the blood from his face and with strong and decided steps makes his way to the exit of the Garden.

Where are you going, O Jesus? Are you not that Jesus whom I saw languishing there, a prey to fear, weariness, dread, prostration, desolation and terror? The same Jesus whom I saw trembling and crushed beneath the immense load of evil which was bearing down upon you?

Where are you going now so readily and resolutely and full of courage? To what are you exposing yourself?

Oh! I hear you say: The weapon of prayer has enabled me to win through and the spirit has overcome the weakness of nature; from prayer I have drawn strength and I am now ready to face up to anything. Follow my example and, when you suffer, deal with heaven just as I have done.

Jesus draws near to the three Apostles who are still sleeping. Emotion, the late hour of the night, the presentiment of some grievous event, of something irreparable that seems to be drawing near, as well as their own weariness, all this has plunged them into sleep, into an oppressive sleep that it seems impossible to shake off and which, even when it is shaken off, comes over them inexplicably again, so much so that Jesus has pity on them and says: The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.

At the same time he has felt so keenly this desertion by his own that he exclaims: Are you still sleeping and taking your rest? He pauses there. With a great effort, at the sound of his footsteps, they open their eyes. Then Jesus continues: Behold, the hour is at hand, and the Son of man is betrayed into the hands of sinners. Rise, let us be going; see, my betrayer is at hand.

Jesus beholds everything with his all-seeing eye. He seems to be saying: You who are my friends and disciples are sleeping, but my enemies are on the watch and are busying themselves about my capture. You, Peter, who felt strong enough to follow me even to death, you are sleeping. From the very beginning you showed me signs of your weakness; but do not worry, for I have taken your weakness upon myself and have prayed for you. When you mend your ways, I shall be your strength and you will feed my lambs. You, John, are also sleeping. You who only a few hours ago, in ecstasy by reason of my love for you, counted the beats of this Heart, are you asleep? Rise, let us be going, this is no longer the time for sleep. The enemy is at the gates and the hour of the powers of darkness has come. Yes, let us be going. I am going forth voluntarily to my death. Judas is drawing near to betray me and I go forward with a step that is firm and sure and intend to place no obstacle to the fulfillment of the prophecies. My hour has come, the hour of great mercy for mankind.

In point of fact, there is the sound of approaching footsteps, a reddish glare from lighted torches shows through the trees of the Garden, while Jesus followed by his three disciples goes forward calmly and without flinching.

O Jesus, give me the same strength when in the light of misfortunes my weak nature rebels. Help me to face, as you did, cheerfully and tranquilly, all the sufferings and torments I may encounter in this land of exile. I unite entirely with your merits, your pains, your expiation, your tears, in order that I may cooperate with you in my salvation and flee from sin, which was the only reason for your sweat of Blood and which brought you to your death.

Destroy in me everything that is displeasing to you and with the fire of your love imprint your sufferings on my heart. Bind me so strongly to you, with bonds so tight and so delectable, that I may never more abandon you in your sufferings. Let me rest on your Heart in all the sorrows of life, to draw from it strength and refreshment. Let my soul cherish no other desire than to live by your side in the Garden and to be satiated by the sorrows of your Heart. Let my soul be inebriated by your Blood and be nourished by you on the bread of your sufferings. Amen.

[istanbulperitaliani]

Il Leone di San Marco ad Istanbul

Il Palazzo di Venezia, oggi sede del Consolato Generale d'Italia ad Istanbul, un tempo era la sede del Bailo di Costantinopoli. Il bailo era un diplomatico della Repubblica di Venezia, quindi questa sede, dal 1454 (Bartolomeo Marcello primo bailo) al 1797 (Francesco Vendramin ultimo bailo) ha ospitato i diplomatici della Serenissima.

A parte tutta la Storia legata a questo edificio che prima o poi scriverò, è interessante notare che sul fronte dell'edifico compare il Leone di San Marco che al posto del Vangelo ha quella che sembrerebbe una ruota. Esistono varie versioni del leone di San Marco, come segnalato dallo storico Alberto Rizzi, autore di importanti studi sul leone marciano. Secondo Rizzi, esistevano oltre cento varianti della figura, raffigurate su materiale scultoreo o pittorico. Purtroppo non sono riuscito a contattare lo storico (ha oltre 80 anni) per avere maggiori informazioni su questo leone in particolare. Ho letto, ascoltato varie versioni sul motivo di questo particolare simbolo. Si tratterebbe dello stemma dei nobili veneziani Molin. Il leone è stato scolpito quando il nobile Alvise Molin era in carica come Bailo a Costantinopoli (XVII secolo). Lo stemma può essere stato asportato da un altro edificio o proviene dalla vecchia sede bailaggia perché l'edificio attuale é successivo alla caduta della Serenissima.

Ecco il simbolo araldico della famiglia Molin

Ringrazio il mio amico Agostino per la foto.

La mia Vita a Istanbul: consigli e informazioni turistiche. Disponibile come GUIDA per delle ESCURSIONI in città.

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[goalhofer]

2024 olympics Argentina roster

Archery

Mario Jajarabilla (Buenos Aires)

Athletics

Elián Larregina (Suipacha)

Nazareno Sasia (Cerrito)

Joaquín Gómez (Avallaneda)

Belén Casetta (Mar Del Plata)

Florencia Borelli (Mar Del Plata)

Daiana Ocampo (Buenos Aires)

Canoeing

Agustín Vernice (Bahia Blanca)

Brenda Rojas (San Martín De Los Andes)

Cycling

José Torres (Córdoba)

Eduardo Sepúlveda; Jr. (Rawson)

Gonzalo Molina (San Juan)

Equestrian

José Larocca; Jr. (Buenos Aires)

Fencing

Pascual Di Tella (Brooklyn, New York)

Field Hockey

Tomás Santiago (Córdoba)

Juan Catán (Buenos Aires)

Maico Casella (Buenos Aires)

Lucas Toscani (Buenos Aires)

Nicolás Della Torre (Buenos Aires)

Santiago Tarazona (Buenos Aires)

Federico Monja (Vicente López)

Tomas Domene (Córdoba)

Matías Rey (Buenos Aires)

Lucas Martínez (Buenos Aires)

Agustín Mazzilli (Lanús)

Tadeo Marcucci (Buenos Aires)

Thomas Habif (Buenos Aires)

Agustín Bugallo (San Juan)

Bautista Capurro (Buenos Aires)

Iñaki Minadeo (Buenos Aires)

Sofía Toccalino (Buenos Aires)

Agustina Gorzelany (Buenos Aires)

Valentina Raposo (Salta)

Agostino Alonso (Buenos Aires)

Agustina Albertarrio (Adrogué)

María Granatto (La Plata)

Cristina Cosentino (Buenos Aires)

Rocío Sánchez-Moccia (Buenos Aires)

Victoria Sauze (Buenos Aires)

Sofía Cairo (Buenos Aires)

María Trinchinetti (Victoria)

Lara Casas (Buenos Aires)

Juana Castellaro (Buenos Aires)

Pilar Campoy (Vicente López)

Julieta Jankunas (Córdoba)

Zoe Díaz (Buenos Aires)

Soccer

Fabricio Iacovich (La Plata)

Leandro Brey (Lomas De Zamora)

Rocco Ríos-Novo (Los Angeles, California)

Marco Di Cesare (Mendoza)

Valentín Barco (Veinticinco De Mayo)

Roberto García (Liniers)

Nicolás Valentini (Junín)

Aaron Quirós (Monte Grande)

Gonzalo Luján (Buenos Aires)

Lucas Esquivel (Santa Fe De La Vera Cruz)

Federico Redondo (Adrogué)

Cristian Medina (Moreno)

Thiago Almada (Ciudadela)

Claudio Echeverri (Resistencia)

Juan Sforza (Rosario)

Juan Nardoni (Nelson)

Ignacio Fernández (Buenos Aires)

Pablo Solari (Arizona)

Luciano Gondou (Rufino)

Abiel Osorio (Buenos Aires)

Francisco González (Ordóñez)

Santiago Castro (Ciudad Del Liberator General Don José De San Martín)

Golf

Emiliano Grillo (San Diego, California)

Alejandro Tosti (Gainesville, Florida)

Handball

Andrés Moyano (Mendoza)

Nicolás Bono (Buenos Aires)

Federico Fernández (Buenos Aires)

Federico Pizarro (Buenos Aires)

Pablo Vainstein (Buenos Aires)

Diego Simonet (Vicente López)

Pablo Simonet (Vicente López)

Ignacio Pizarro (Lanús)

Santiago Baronetto (Buenos Aires)

Lucas Moscariello (Buenos Aires)

Guillermo Fischer (Buenos Aires)

Pedro Martínez (Buenos Aires)

Gastón Mouriño (Buenos Aires)

James Parker; Jr. (Ciudad San Luis)

Leonel Maciel (Morón)

Nicolás Bonanno (Marcos Paz)

Juan Bar (Vicente López)

Judo

Sofia Fiora (Buenos Aires)

Pentathlon

Franco Serrano (Buenos Aires)

Rowing

Alejandro Colomino (Buenos Aires)

Pedro Dickson (Buenos Aires)

Sonia Baluzzo (Buenos Aires)

Evelyn Silvestro (Zárate)

Rugby

Tomás Elizalde (Buenos Aires)

Agustín Fraga (Buenos Aires)

Matteo Graziano (Buenos Aires)

Alejo Lavayén (Buenos Aires)

Joaquín Pellandini (Buenos Aires)

Tobías Wade (Buenos Aires)

Santiago Álvarez (Bahía Blanca)

Luciano González (La Rioja)

Santiago Mare (Buenos Aires)

Marcos Moneta (Buenos Aires)

Matías Osadczuk (Buenos Aires)

Germán Schulz (Córdoba)

Gastón Revol (Córdoba)

Sailing

Francisco Saubidet (Buenos Aires)

Mateo Majdalani (Buenos Aires)

Francisco Guaragna (Rufino)

Chiara Ferretti (Buenos Aires)

Catalina Turienzo (Buenos Aires)

Eugenia Bosco (Buenos Aires)

Lucía Falasca (Buenos Aires)

Shooting

Marcelo Gutiérrez (Buenos Aires)

Federico Gil (Buenos Aires)

Fernanda Russo (Córdoba)

Skateboarding

Matias Dell Olio (Mar Del Plata)

Mauro Iglesias (Buenos Aires)

Swimming

Ulises Saravia (Buenos Aires)

Agostina Hein (Buenos Aires)

Macarena Ceballos (Río Cuarto)

Table tennis

Santiago Lorenzo (Buenos Aires)

Taekwondo

Lucas Guzmán (Merlo)

Tennis

Sebastián Báez (Buenos Aires)

Francisco Cerúndolo (Buenos Aires)

Tomás Etcheverry (La Plata)

Mariano Navone (Nueve De Julio)

Máximo González (Tandil)

Andrés Malteni (Buenos Aires)

María Carlé (Tandil)

Nadia Podoroska (Alicante, Spain)

Triathlon

Romina Biagioli (Córdoba)

Volleyball

Pablo Kukartsev (Buenos Aires)

Matías Sánchez (San Juan)

Jan Martínez-Franchi (Vicente López)

Facundo Conte (Vicente López)

Agustín Loser (General Alvear)

Santiago Danani (Buenos Aires)

Bruno Lima (San Juan)

Luciano De Cecco (Santa Fe De La Vera Cruz)

Luciano Vicentín (Paraná)

Martín Ramos (Buenos Aires)

Luciano Palonsky (Buenos Aires)

Nicolás Zerba (Buenos Aires)

[verita-lapalissiana]

Coccodrillo di Caimano

di Marco Travaglio

Non entrerò mai in politica. Scendo in campo. Il Paese che amo. Un nuovo miracolo italiano. L'Italia come il Milan. Basta ladri di Stato. L'amico Craxi. L'amico Gelli. L'amico Dell'Utri. L'amico Mangano. L'amico Previti. L'amico Squillante. L'amico Metta. Il lodo Mondadori. La rivoluzione liberale. L'uomo del fare. La villa fregata all'orfana. Da giovane ero anch'io donnino di casa. Mamma Rosa. Il mausoleo di Arcore. Il Polo delle Libertà. Voglio Di Pietro ministro degli Interni. Il decreto Biondi. Giuro sulla testa dei miei figli. Mai pagato tangenti. Milano negli anni 70 era un calvario, dovevi far passare la pratica da un ufficio all'altro con l'assegno in bocca. Vendo le mie tv. Lasciatemi lavorare. Sono l'unto del Signore. Mai detto che sono l'Unto del Signore. Cribbio. Mi consenta. Il ribaltone. Dini e Scalfaro comunisti. Prodi utile idiota dei comunisti. D'Alema comunista. L'amico Massimo. La Bicamerale. La Costituzione comunista. Le toghe rosse. La Casa delle Libertà. Chi vota a sinistra è coglione. Le mie tv hanno una linea editoriale autonoma all'85%. I miei giornalisti sono tutti di sinistra. Fede è un eroe. Putin è un amico fraterno, un dono del Signore, ha sentimenti delicati, un vero democratico. L'amico George W.. Ai consìder sdesdov Iunade Steiz nos onli a fleg ov e cantri…

Gheddafi è un leader di libertà. Le tangenti alla Guardia di Finanza, nel sentire della gente, non sono considerate reato. Dell'Utri è persona di così profonda moralità e religiosità da non poter essere connivente, non ha attaccamento al denaro, molte volte gli dico: non fare come Giorgio Washington che curava gli interessi dello Stato e mandava in malora la famiglia. Non farò condoni. Concordato e scudo fiscale. Condono fiscale ed edilizio. All Iberian mai sentita. Mills mai conosciuto. Signor Schulz, la suggerirò per il ruolo di kapò. Siete turisti della democrazia. Romolo e Remolo. L'Islam civiltà inferiore. Tutta colpa dell'euro. Le corna. Il cucù alla Merkel. La mafia, poche centinaia di persone. Gli ellepì con Apicella. L'elisir di Scapagnini. Rasmussen è meglio di Cacciari, gli presenterò mia moglie. Mangano è un eroe, non ha parlato: si comportava bene, faceva la comunione nella cappella di Arcore. Il Contratto con gli italiani. Un milione di posti di lavoro. Meno tasse per tutti. Le grandi opere. Il Ponte sullo Stretto. Sono stato frainteso. Biagi, Santoro e come si chiama l'altro… Luttazzi hanno fatto un uso criminoso della televisione pagata coi soldi di tutti. Montanelli e Biagi erano invidiosi di me. La Piovra rovina l'Italia all'estero. Il falso in bilancio. La Cirami. Il lodo Maccanico. Il lodo Schifani. La Cirielli. Tutti sono uguali di fronte alla legge, ma io sono un po' più uguale degli altri.

Ciampi comunista. La legge Gasparri. Il salva-Rete4. L'Economist comunista. Signora, che ne direbbe di una ciulatina? Bertolaso uomo della Provvidenza. Mussolini non ha mai ucciso nessuno, anzi mandava la gente in vacanza al confino. Sarò felicissimo di conoscere il papà dei fratelli Cervi, a cui va tutta la mia ammirazione. Caro Blair, sono laburista anch'io. La giustizia a orologeria. I giudici sono matti, antropologicamente diversi dal resto della razza umana. Telekom Serbia è tutta una tangente. La Mitrokhin. I brogli di Prodi. I comunisti cinesi bollivano i bambini per farne concime. Farò sparire la spazzatura da Napoli in tre giorni. Ho 109 processi con mille giudici. Sono sempre stato assolto. Chi scrive di mafia lo strangolerei con le mie mani. Il Popolo della Libertà. La bandana e il trapianto pilifero. Obama è bello e abbronzato. Il miracolo dell'Aquila. Evadere è un diritto naturale nel cuore degli uomini. Le mani nelle tasche degli italiani. La magistratura è un cancro da estirpare, peggio delle Br, come la banda della Uno bianca. Ai giudici noi insidiamo le mogli, siamo tombeur de femmes.

Agostino, la Antonella: sta diventando pericolosa, s'è messa a dire cose pazzesche in giro. Il lodo Alfano. La prescrizione breve. Il proceso breve. I legittimo impedimento. La Consulta comunista. Il Partito dell'Amore e la sinistra dell'odio. Mai frequentato minorenni. Il padre di Noemi Letizia era l'autista di Craxi. La signora Lario mente. Patrizia, tu devi toccarti. La statuetta ad altezza Duomo. Dottor Fede, cioè volevo dire Vespa. Gli amici Gianpi, Lavitola, De Gregorio e Lele. Nicole Minetti è un'igienista dentale. Ruby è la nipote di Mubarak. Il Bunga bunga. Ho una fidanzatina. Solo cene eleganti. Siamo tutti intercettati. Pagavo Ruby perché non si prostituisse. Pagavo le ragazze perché i pm le hanno rovinate. Santità, siamo i difensori della civiltà cristiana e della famiglia tradizionale. Ho otto zie suore di Maria Consolatrice. Il Family Day. Ragazze, mi toccate il culo? La culona inchiavabile. La mia condanna è un golpe. L'uveite. La pompetta. Mister Obamaaaaa! La sapete quella della mela? E quella degli ebrei e i campi di sterminio? Sono il miglior premier degli ultimi 150 anni. Non mi dimetterò mai. Mi dimetto. I grillini li mandiamo a pulire i cessi di Mediaset. Le finte nozze. Il mio Covid aveva la carica virale più alta del mondo. La signora Meloni è supponente, prepotente, arrogante, offensiva, ridicola. Putin voleva solo sostituire il signor Zelensky con persone perbene. Bisogna convincere Zagrebelsky a trattare. Vi mando un pullman di troie. Ho fatto finire la guerra fredda e ottenuto in Europa i miliardi del Pnrr. Ricordo le mie riforme del 208. Tik Tok Taaaaak. Vi tulipano tutti. Me ne vado da questo Paese di merda.

[influencegetem]

Our song #interstellar (67) being included in this legendary podcasts #bestof2023 playlist was the best thing to happen all year. Thanks again #DJAbsurd. (Darren Shabat) You're greatly appreciated. I've got something else cookin, too.

https://www.podomatic.com/podcasts/ear2thestreetsradio/episodes/2023-12-24T18_07_50-08_00

EAR 2 THE STREETS RADIO BEST OF 2023 (4 Hours)

#KingOfThePlaylist

EAR 2 THE STREETS RADIO BEST OF 2023 (4 Hours)

#KingOfThePlaylist

1. Intro (Prod. by DJ Absurd) (Scratches by DJ Absurd)

2. Runaway - Swizz Beatz, Nas (Prod. by Swizz Beatz)

3. Heroes - Macklemore (Scratches by DJ Premier)

4. Soda Club - Marlon Craft, Skyzoo

5. Runway - Westside Gunn, Rome Streetz (Prod. by DJ Premier)

6. Unpredictable - Statik Selektah, Inspectah Deck, Ghostface, Raekwon, Method Man

7. The Return - Torae (Prod. by Marco Polo)

8. Prophets Of Doom - Ill Bill, Sick Jacken, Immortal Technique

9. Survival Mode - Halfcut, Reks, DJ Deadeye

10. Life Music - Masta Ace, Stricklin, Speech, E Smitty (Prod. by Marco Polo)

11. Am I Dreaming - A$AP Rocky, Roisee (Prod. by Metro Boomin)

12. The Weather - Black Thought, El Michels Affair

13. In Moe (Speculation) - Common (Prod. by DJ Premier)

14. Sounds That Never Left My Soul - Ty Farris

15. Bad Apples - Che Noir, Ransom, 38 Spesh (Prod. by Big Ghost Ltd)

16. Pissy In The Palazzo - Crimeapple (Prod. by DJ Skizz)

17. Knock - Tech N9ne, Conway The Machine, X-Raided, Joyner Lucas

18. Evolution - Meyhem Lauren (Prod. by Madlib & DJ Muggs)

19. Keep On - Nems (Prod. by Scram Jones)

20. Exit 9 - Killer Mike, Blxst

21. Slap Boxing - Tone Liv, Ren Thomas, L.I.F.E. Long Liggy Long (Prod. by Alessandro A Sharp Agostino)

22. No Love - Royce Da 5’9, 100 Kufis

23. Without You - Brady Watt, Conway The Machine, Talib Kweli

24. Coming Soon To A Theater Near You - Slaine

25. All That For A Drop Of Blood - Czarface

26. Sicilian Gold - DJ Muggs, Ghostface, Westside Gunn

27. Hustle, Repeat - Jadakiss, Swizz Beatz

28. Decide - John Sci Robinson & Figub Brazlevic

29. Invincibl Rap Mislz - Napoleon Da Legend, D-Styles

30. Catch A Vibe - TrillStatik (Bun B & Statik Selektah), Haile Supreme

31. Fast - Shabaam Sahdeeq & John Jigg$(Prod. by Tone Spliff)

32. Inhuman - Stu Bangas, Apathy

33. The Pressure - Cymarshall Law (Prod. by Slimline Mutha)

34. The Tale Of 2 Cities - KXNG Crooked, Joell Ortiz

35. Paradise II - Logic, Norah Jones

36. Choices - Oddisee, Phonte, Bemyfiasco, Kay Young

37. Feelings Don’t Feel - Black Milk, Mick Jenkins (Prod. by Black Milk)

38. The Golden Rule - Blu, Real Bad Man, C.L. Smooth

39. Loyalty V. Royalty - Belly, Gil Scott-Heron (Prod. by Hit-Boy)

40. Impaler - Vinnie Paz

41. Don’t Speak - Jarren Benton

42. Devil’s Work 2 - Joyner Lucas

43. Too Much! (Melly Mel) - Reason

44. Good Ol’ Days - Nyck Caution, Joey Bada$$

45. Free - Q-Unique (Prod. by Q-Unique)

46. Black Lemonade - Mayday

47. Point Blank - Ric Chavez, Bizzy Bone, J57

48. Dark & Grim - 38 Spesh (Prod. by 38 spesh)

49. American Made - Ransom (Prod. by Nicholas Craven)

50. Drug Trade - Smoke Dza, Black Thought (Prod. by Flying Lotus)

51. Remind You - Chino XL (Prod. by Stu Bangas)

52. Gadzooks (Em Eff Yoom) - Eff Yoo (Prod. by Level 13)

53. Venom - RJ Payne

54. Wells - Pizzo Paul Richard

55. Mental Health Check - Ea$y Money & Chilla Jones

56. Earners - Rasheed Chappell, Flee Lord, Che Noir

57. Bragadoccio Rap - Bo Faat, Hus Kingpin, Eddie Kaine, DJ Erex

58. Watch Your Mouth - Locksmith, Snak The Ripper (Prod. by C-Lance)

59. Don’t Go Astray - AZ (Prod. by Buckwild)

60. Nice Weather - Termanology

61. All About (Remix) - A-F-R-O, Alias Molombo

62. Sideline Saga - Jae Skeese

63. Porsche Lights - Styles P (Prod. by Vinny Idol)

64. Clubbin & Chaos - Lloyd Banks

65. Enough - Russ (Prod. by Russ)

66. Wotcha Call Strength - Boot Camp Clik

67. Interstellar - Influence Getem Daniel IG Stewart (Prod. by nAvi the NORTH & Die Empty Production)

68. Elevator - Kota The Friend (Prod. by Statik Selektah)

69. Wish Me Well - Little Brother

70. This Thing Of Ours - Nick Grant

71. Smoke - JoJo Pellegrino, Method Man

72. Nuclear Fission - Jus Daze (Prod. by C.G. The Producer)

73. In A Box - DJ Hoppa, Wax, Demrick

74. Bodies! - Skyzoo, The Other Guys

75. Came A Long Way (Keep Ridin 2023) - Brian B. Dvine Daly, The One Lavic

76. The Return - Cuban Pete Pete Allen (Prod. by BoFaat) (Scratches by JabbaThaKut)

77. Jodeci Member - Nas (Prod. by Hit-Boy)

78. Asteroids - Rapsody (Prod. by Hit-Boy)

79. 50 More Years Of Hip Hop - KRS-One

[giancarlonicoli]

26 lug 2023 10:15

IL DUCE SI’, IL DUCE NO, SE FAMO DU’ SPAGHI? I FASCISTI ODIAVANO LA PASTA PERCHÉ RAMMOLLIVA LO SPIRITO, DAVA SONNOLENZA ED ERA UNA MODA IMPORTATA DALL’AMERICA. INOLTRE NON ERA FUNZIONALE AL PROGETTO AUTARCHICO. PER QUESTO SECONDO LA VULGATA PARTIGIANA LA PASTA E’ ANTIFASCISTA E OGNI 25 LUGLIO, ORMAI DA 80 ANNI, IN TUTTA ITALIA SI CUCINA, SI MANGIA E SI CELEBRA LA PRIMA SPAGHETTATA ANTIFASCISTA OFFERTA DAI SETTE FRATELLI CERVI ALLA COMUNITÀ DI CAMPEGINE, A REGGIO EMILIA, PER FESTEGGIARE LA FINE DELLA DITTATURA FASCISTA E LA DEPOSIZIONE DI BENITO MUSSOLINI – IL CASO ESPLOSO IN PROVINCIA DI VICENZA CON LA SINDACA CHE... -

Estratto da wired.it

I fascisti odiavano la pasta. Spaghetti, tagliatelle e maccheroni finirono al confino come Altiero Spinelli, Antonio Gramsci e Sandro Pertini. Per questo la pastasciutta è antifascista. E ogni 25 luglio, ormai da 80 anni, in Italia si cucina, si mangia e si celebra la prima pastasciutta antifascista, offerta dai sette fratelli Cervi alla comunità di Campegine, a Reggio Emilia, per festeggiare la fine della dittatura fascista e la deposizione di Benito Mussolini, avvenuta in quella stessa data nel 1943.

La famiglia Cervi

La famiglia Cervi era una famiglia di contadini benestanti. Il signor Alcide, padre dei sette fratelli, era riuscito ad emanciparsi dalla condizione di mezzadro assieme alla moglie Genoveffa e a prendere un podere in affitto a Gattatico, vicino Campegine, nel 1934. Lì costruirono la loro vita, lavorando la terra assieme a Gelindo, Antenore, Aldo, Ferdinando, Agostino, Ovidio ed Ettore.

Ma i Cervi erano molto più che semplici contadini. Erano antifascisti. 

(...)

Fu quindi naturale e immensa la gioia che li pervase la sera del 25 luglio 1943, quando tornando dai campi scoprirono che il dittatore Mussolini era stato deposto, arrestato e confinato in Abruzzo dalla monarchia sabauda. Era tempo di festeggiare e mettere fine anche a quella fame che il fascismo aveva regalato a tutto il paese per 20 anni.

Prima degli anni Cinquanta e della diffusione della produzione industriale, l’Italia è sempre stato un paese di persone malnutrite e affamate, che mangiavano male e morivano presto. 

(...)

Gran parte delle persone mangiava solo polenta, a nord, e pane, al sud. Niente pasta, che tra l’altro è molto più nutriente, perché ai fascisti non piaceva. 

(...)

Così, è facile immaginare perché i fratelli Cervi decisero di dare una festa e cucinare quintali di pasta al burro e parmigiano per festeggiare la fine del fascismo. Una pastasciutta antifascista, la prima, che venne cucinata a Gattatico e poi trasportata a Campegine. Nel tragitto la pasta divenne completamente scotta e, nel frattempo, gli altri contadini e contadine cominciarono a rubacchiarne un po’ per placare i morsi della fame. Un’avventura.

(...)

Postilla: perché i fascisti odiavano la pastasciutta?

Come insegna il sociologo Marco Cerri nel suo libro La pastasciutta dei Cervi, i motivi sono tre. Il primo riguarda il progetto autarchico, perché la pasta si fa col grano e per raggiungere l’autosufficienza cerealicola bisognava consumare poco grano. Il secondo è propagandistico e nasce dai futuristi. Tommaso Marinetti e gli altri si scagliarono contro la pasta dicendo che rammolliva lo spirito, dava sonnolenza e portava al neutralismo, cioè ad essere contrari alla guerra.

Infine, l’ultimo riguarda la logica del ruralismo fascista, che additava la pasta come una moda importata dall’America. Fino agli anni Trenta del Novecento, la pasta era un alimento consumato quasi esclusivamente a Napoli e praticamente sconosciuto nel resto d’Italia. Furono i migranti tornati dagli Stati Uniti a darle nuova vita, dato che tra le comunità italiane d’oltreoceano era un alimento estremamente diffuso.

Fu quindi il sentimento anti statunitense dei fascisti, unito ai problemi economici e alla propaganda futurista che portarono il regime a combattere una guerra contro la pasta, tanto che nei suoi primi anni il consumo pro capite era di appena 12 chili l’anno, ridotto ai 9 durante la guerra. Mentre già nel 1954 ci fu un balzo a 28 chili l’anno, stabilizzatosi poi agli attuali 23 a testa.

Per questo, ancora oggi, la pastasciutta resta un simbolo dell’antifascismo. E quest’anno, a 80 anni dalla fine della dittatura, il 25 luglio 2023 verranno cucinate 220 pastasciutte antifasciste in tutta Italia, come annuncia l'Associazione nazionale partigiani d'Italia. Per ricordare i fratelli Cervi, la loro generosità e l’antifascismo su cui si fonda la Repubblica italiana, nonostante qualcuno provi a farcelo dimenticare.

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VENETIAN REFLECTIONS® CASANOVA CARNIVAL GRAND BALL AT PALAZZO - LABIA MARCH 2, 2025

Experience the exclusive Masquerade Ball created by Stefano Nicolao

Stefano Nicolao is pleased to present the 2025 Carnival Party that will enliven Palazzo Labia with exclusive atmospheres that will make the memories of a fairy-tale day inside an entirely 18th-century palace indelible.

At its heart is the great ballroom designed by Giorgio Massari and decorated with a fresco cycle by Giambattista Tiepolo. The frescoes are some of the finest produced by the Venetian painter and depict scenes from the story of Anthony and Cleopatra. Populated by elegantly dressed characters striking theatrical poses, these are brilliantly complimented by architectural elements in trompe-l'œil designed by Gerolamo Mingozzi-Colonna. The ballroom and other rooms of the palazzo, feature splendid paintings by Palma il Giovane, Giambattista Canal, Placido Costanzi, Agostino Masucci, and many other 18th-century painters.

Palazzo Labia, today the regional headquarters of Rai (Radiotelevisione italiana) is a baroque palace built in the district of Cannareggio for the Catalan Labia family in the 17th–18th century.

Venice Carnival theme party – The biggest costumes collection in Venice

Those taking part in this event will become part of a night that will evoke Venetian nobility and tradition. They will be required to wear 18th century style costumes with gold, baroque and velvet embroidery and to wear elaborate masks.

The happening is organised by a famous Atelier, the only one in Venice with more than 15,000 costumes. You will have the chance to choose for the evening, at a special price, among his wonderful historical costumes.

Some have served as models for film productions such as Elizabeth, Outlander, Twilight, Casanova and for theatrical and opera productions at the most prestigious theaters worldwide such as La Scala, La Fenice, Washington Opera DC, Lyric Opera of Chicago, New National Opera of Tokyo and many others.

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DRESS CODE: The mandatory dress code for the “Venetian Reflections” carnival party is the period costume.

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Il Policlinico Gemelli festeggia 60 anni

Una delegazione della Fondazione Policlinico Gemelli, dell'Università Cattolica del Sacro Cuore e dell'Istituto Giuseppe Toniolo è stata ricevuta il 10 Luglio scorso al Quirinale, dal Presidente della Repubblica Sergio Mattarella, per la celebrazione di un Anniversario importante: i 60 anni dalla nascita del Policlinico Gemelli, un grande polo della salute, un punto di riferimento per la Sanità Regionale e Nazionale, nonché uno dei più grandi ospedali privati non profit d’Europa, dove ogni anno vengono ricoverati circa 100 mila pazienti provenienti da tutta Italia (1 su 5 da fuori regione) e dove vengono assistite circa 58 mila persone con tumori. A guidare la folta delegazione in visita al Quirinale, ricevuta nella Sala di Rappresentanza, sono stati Carlo Fratta Pasini, Presidente della Fondazione Policlinico Universitario Agostino Gemelli IRCCS, Elena Beccalli, Rettrice dell’Università Cattolica, e Marco Elefanti, Direttore Generale della Fondazione Policlinico Universitario Agostino Gemelli IRCCS. Presenti all’udienza Paolo Nusiner, Direttore Generale dell’Università Cattolica, S.E. Mons. Claudio Giuliodori, Assistente Ecclesiastico Generale dell’ateneo, Antonio Gasbarrini, Preside della Facoltà di Medicina e chirurgia Università Cattolica, Giuseppe Fioroni, Vicepresidente dell’Istituto G. Toniolo di Studi Superiori, Enrico Fusi, Segretario generale dell’Istituto G. Toniolo di Studi Superiori, Michele Lenoci, componente del Consiglio di Amministrazione dell’Istituto G. Toniolo di Studi Superiori, insieme a una rappresentanza di medici, ricercatori, operatori sanitari, dipendenti amministrativi, pazienti, associazioni di volontariato, donatori, studenti e specializzandi.

Il Policlinico Gemelli nasce il 10 luglio 1964 per volontà dell’Istituto Giuseppe Toniolo di Studi Superiori e dell’Università Cattolica del Sacro Cuore. Sessant’anni di servizio per la tutela della salute, mai disgiunti dalla vocazione accademica, perché il Policlinico Gemelli è anche un teaching hospital (ospedale che insegna, prepara) e un polo di Ricerca, in dialogo costante con la Facoltà di Medicina e Chirurgia dell’Università Cattolica, anche se la trasformazione in Fondazione privata no profit nel 2015, lo ha reso giuridicamente autonomo dall’Università Cattolica del Sacro Cuore.

Nel 2018, il riconoscimento come Istituto di Ricovero e Cura a Carattere Scientifico (IRCCS) per le discipline “Medicina Personalizzata” e “Biotecnologie Innovative”, lo ha ulteriormente caratterizzato come centro di ricerca al top, a livello Nazionale e Internazionale. Il cuore pulsante del Gemelli è oggi sempre più “rosa” e “young”: su 5.607 dipendenti, ben il 63,8% è donna e l’età media è di 44,9 anni. I seguenti numeri, certamente d’impatto, raccontano solo una parte della storia del Policlinico Gemelli, costruita soprattutto sulla dedizione e la qualità delle cure. Nei suoi primi sessant’anni di storia, il Policlino Gemelli è passato dai 304 ricoveri del 1964, ai 99.564 del 2023; dai 70 i posti letto del primo anno (appannaggio esclusivo della Patologia Chirurgica e della Patologia Medica), agli attuali 1.611, all’interno dei quali sono rappresentate tutte le specialistiche. Il Policlinico è dotato di 57 sale operatorie chirurgiche, tecnologicamente avanzate, 8 robot chirurgici e centinaia di apparecchiature tecnologiche. Nel corso degli anni, il Policlinico Gemelli è cresciuto fino a diventare il più grande centro oncologico in Italia per numero di pazienti assistiti: sono quasi 58 mila quelli presi in carico e ogni anno vengono effettuati 2 mila ricoveri, oltre 17 mila interventi di chirurgia oncologica, oltre 700 mila prestazioni oncologiche ambulatoriali, 52 mila terapie infusionali antitumorali e 15 mila tra colloqui e valutazioni psico – oncologiche. Un’eccellenza riconosciuta anche a livello Internazionale. Quest’anno, per il quarto anno consecutivo, il Gemelli è stato incoronato migliore ospedale d’Italia, dal prestigioso ranking stilato dal Magazine americano Newsweek, che lo colloca al 35esimo posto del mondo e tra i primi 10 in Europa. Dal 2021, il Policlinico romano ha inoltre conseguito l’accreditamento da parte della Joint Commission International (JCI), che lo colloca tra le eccellenze mondiali della sanità. Risultati di livello, ai quali ha contribuito la stretta collaborazione con la Facoltà di Medicina e Chirurgia dell’Università Cattolica, con i suoi attuali 5.500 studenti e 2.200 specializzandi che, dalla sua fondazione (5 novembre 1961), ha contribuito a formare generazioni di medici e operatori sanitari. A oggi sono 10.838 i laureati in Medicina e Chirurgia usciti dalla Cattolica, 214 i laureati in Medicine and Surgery e oltre 16.000 i laureati nelle Professioni sanitarie (4.844 presso la Sede di Roma e 11.342 presso le sedi collegate). Importante la presenza del Policlinico Gemelli anche nel campo della ricerca, con 1.119 i progetti finanziati con bandi competitivi, per un valore complessivo di € 21.383.887, ai quali si aggiungono i quasi 23 milioni di euro delle sperimentazioni profit. Storie e numeri che fanno del Gemelli un punto di riferimento per la Sanità Nazionale, capace di far convivere l’eccellenza delle cure, con la scommessa di una sempre più complessa sostenibilità economica. Immagine di copertina: - L'ingresso principale del policlinico universitario Agostino Gemelli, parte dell'Università Cattolica del Sacro Cuore. La statua di fronte è un monumento marmoreo a Giovanni Paolo II - (Wikipedia) Read the full article

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Meditations of St. Padre Pio – Part 4

Padre Pio was at the height of his priestly apostolate with multitudes of pilgrims visiting him, for his Mass, to confess to him, and to ask him for prayers and counsel. He was a master of souls; he directed everyone with penetrating words full of deep meaning. His series of "Meditations" was the first complete text of Padre Pio's thoughts. These texts consists of Padre Pio's meditations upon the fundamental dogmas of the Catholic faith. The Immaculate Conception and the Incarnation of Jesus. He then relives Jesus' agony in the garden of olives. Next he reflects on the human condition, and on our need to turn to God in the passing of our days. These are not conventional texts; they are reflections derived from the contemplation of the absolute Truth. “Mary Immaculate” is a more theological text. The others are more human and simple.

Padre Pio, in the first years of his residence in San Giovanni Rotondo (1918 – 1920), when he was freer from the care of souls, wrote a few meditations for his novices and his spiritual daughters of the Franciscan Third Order. They were the text of his lectures or instructions that he gave weekly as their Spiritual Director. After that, between the years 1925 – 1928, Padre Pio compiled other meditations. Fr. Agostino of San Marco in Lamis affirms it in his "Diary:" The Provincial, Fr. Bernardo of Alpicella, once suggested to Padre Pio to “compile a few meditations for the principal feasts of the year for our seminarians.” When Padre Pio was shown the possibility of publishing these meditations, he said: "I have written these things for myself." But, when it was explained to him that "they would do a lot of good to our souls" he smilingly said: "if it is as you say, bonum est diffu sivum sui (good, by its nature, is destined to be spread).

Meditation - The Christmas Season - The Epiphany of the Lord

J. M. J. – D. F. C. Note: The initials J. M. J. – D. F. C. Stands for Jesus, Mary, Joseph – Dominic, Francis, Catherine

Consider, O my soul, how the three Wise Men, entirely engrossed in their astronomical studies, saw a new star appear in the heavens, how they admired in this new heavenly body an unusual and mysterious light. Already informed that the appearance of a new star would announce to them the coming on earth of the expected Messiah, a much more brilliant light illuminated their minds while the interior action of grace moved them and filled them with fervor. Promptly, therefore, when the divine call came, they abandoned all things including the comfort of their palaces, and set out on a long, rough and uncertain journey at an unfavorable season of the year. They hurried in search of the One who had called them, they hastened to adore him and present him with the honors due to the Supreme King of Heaven and of the entire universe.

The star, the symbol of faith, started them on their way and guided them towards the one who called them interiorly by his grace, for no one can come to him unless drawn by him. Jesus called the poor simple shepherds by means of the Angels so as to show himself to them. He called the Wise Men by means of their own science and all of them, moved by the interior influence of his grace, hastened to him to adore. He calls us all by divine inspirations and communicates with us by means of his grace. How many times has he not extended to us also his loving invitation? How promptly have we responded? Dear God! I blush with shame and am filled with confusion at having to answer such a question. How diligently has he endeavored to make his way into our hearts and to bind them to his own, showing no disgust for our wretchedness.

But what is man that you should be so mindful of him. You leave your royal palace in heaven to come in search of the sheep that has strayed. You manifest yourself to man and by the impulses of your grace you call him continually, you draw his heart towards you so that close to you he may know, love and adore you. Are you perhaps in need of him in order to be completely happy in your paradise? No, it is your goodness alone which inclines you towards him, it is your love which is pleased to pour itself out and to win him in order to make him happy with that same happiness with which you yourself are filled.

O Jesus, we are just wretched non-entity and you seek us for this reason, to bestow on us your divine life by the operation and communication of your grace. O Jesus, who can resist you? Poor as I am, let me ask of you all I need in order to please you, all that is yours, all that delights you. Give me and preserve in me that living faith which will make me believe and act for your love alone. This is the first gift I offer you and united with the holy Magi, prostrate at your feet, without the slightest human respect, I acknowledge you before the whole world as our one and only God.

II

The Magi reached Jerusalem where they found no exterior sign, as they had expected, of celebration of the wonderful coming of the new King. As they entered the city their guiding star disappeared from view. Their faith was put severely to the test but they did not falter.

Firm in their belief they asked for news of the newborn Messiah. The worldlings of the city, engrossed in their own affairs, lived in darkness and error and made no attempt to know the things of God. They gave no thought to their eternal salvation nor did they show any eagerness to learn about the coming of the Messiah, expected and desired by the nations and whose advent had been foretold and announced by the Prophets. The Magi, however, obedient to the impulse of grace and fervor, rooted in their hope of finding the One whom his own people refused to recognize and had indeed rejected, made their way to Herod who would be bound to know the birthplace of the King of the Jews. But here they were to be disappointed, because Herod knew nothing either, and hiding his wickedness and his fear that this new King so greatly desired by Jacob and his descendants might contest his throne, he feigned a religious zeal and inquired as to the place in which according to the prophecies this King was to be born and if the time foretold by Daniel had yet come. When he had ascertained this he informed the Magi and urged them to come back when they had found him, that he too might come and worship him and pay the tribute of honor due to this King. What cunning! What impiety was hidden beneath this feigned zeal. What faith on the part of the holy Magi.

Aware now of the place where the Messiah was to be born they set out once more, firm in their conviction that they would find the One who conceals himself but calls to him those hearts which really seek him with ardent love. They had hardly left Jerusalem when the star reappeared and went before them so that they might not lose their way. We too are guided by faith and by its light we follow safely the path leading to God, to the place where he dwells, just as the holy Magi guided by the star, the symbol of faith, reached their desired goal.

The star stood still over the cave, and enlightened by divine grace they recognized that dwelling as the palace of the newborn King of Heaven. Greatly moved, they entered the cave, but what do they see to make them recognize the divine King, the Messiah? Are they sure in the presence of such poverty that the shivering Infant they see there in the tender embrace of a maiden is their true God? What is there to show that he is such? What makes them bow down in profound adoration before him? What induces them to show him that they have come from afar to adore and venerate him as the King of kings, when no heavenly court is there to do him honor?

But Jesus has called them in order to manifest himself to them. He has attracted them so that they may recognize him. Their interior emotion causes them to fall prostrate before him. The inner movements of grace reveal to their souls that this tender little Child is God and man, the true Messiah. The rapidity and frequency of their heartbeats confirmed them in the knowledge that he is there God Incarnate. Bowing down before him they humbly present their royal dignity to the Eternal God who has taken the form of a Child. They acknowledge and adore him, they offer him their love and pay him regal honor. They place themselves beneath his divine dominion and offer him all they have and all that is theirs. They kiss ecstatically those tiny divine feet at the invitation of his gracious Mother and when they have given vent to the transport of their love–inflamed hearts, they offer him three gifts: incense in recognition of his divinity; myrrh as man, gold as King.

Warned by an angel in a dream that they are to return to their own country by a different route in order to evade the wickedness of Herod, they left Bethlehem, but their hearts remained there. Burning with zeal for God's glory they became his apostles and by word and example spread among their own people the sweet odor of Jesus Christ, manifesting the divine wonders they had seen with their own eyes and experienced in their hearts. Free from all human respect they professed their faith and their hope in that Child who was to be the Savior of men. By his merits they were to enter one day with all the followers of the Gospel to share his glory in heaven, the home of the Blessed.

Love admits no delay. From the moment of their arrival in their own country they spared no pains to make known and loved the One who had won their hearts by grace, wounding them with that love which yearns to spread itself, since the heart is too small to contain it and longs to communicate it to others.

O Jesus, with the holy Magi we adore you, with them we offer you the three gifts, acknowledging and adoring you as our God humiliated for love of us, as man clothed in fragile flesh in order to suffer and die for us. Placing our hope in your merits we are certain to achieve eternal glory. By our love we recognize you as the King of our hearts and we beg you in your infinite goodness to deign to accept what you yourself have bestowed on us. Be pleased to transform our hearts as you transformed those of the holy Magi and enable our hearts, which are unable to contain the ardor of your love, to manifest you to the souls of our brothers and to win them for you. Your Kingdom is not far off. Make us sharers in your triumph on earth so that we may participate later in your heavenly Kingdom. Since we are unable to contain the communication of your divine love, make us preach your divine kingship by our example and our works. Takes possession of our hearts now so that they may be yours for all eternity. Never let us stray from beneath your scepter and may neither life nor death have any power to separate us from you. May our life be a life drawn from you in great draughts of love so that it may be poured out on mankind. Make us die at every moment so that our whole life may be in you and our hearts may be entirely filled with you.