I miss a quiet, remote place, a hut or a hut dug in the rock, a cell under the foot of the mountain, to be like the birds of the sky. Around me with friendly nature and with Christ always in my soul.
To love quietly, humbly and forgotten by the world. I look at the earth. One day I will become earth and others will look for dust. My body will become dirt and dust. My soul will be in paradise, where I will "Wait for the judgment". I want to be saved.
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