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As we know, this year we will celebrate Holy Week in April, the week of April 22.
I invite all Christians and those who do not profess any religion to reflect on what has been our commitment to our country, the poor, with our friends, the people we see every day, with our authorities, so that our society more just, more caring, more full of life and interest.
For those who want to know where is the ordeal, I present the first four seasons in the next weeks we will introduce the others.
A contribution by Javier Lopez: webcatolicodejavier.org
How to pray the Stations of the Cross? OPENING PRAYER

Soul of Christ, sanctify me. Body of Christ, save me. Blood of Christ, inebriate me. Water from the side of Christ, wash me. Passion of Christ, strengthen me. O good Jesus, hear me. Within Thy wounds hide me. Do not let me away from you. The malignant enemy, defend me. In the hour of my death, call me and bid me come to Thee, that with thy saints praise thee, for ever and ever. Amen.

For the signal, the Santa Cruz deliver us from our enemies, Lord, our God.
In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.
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Lord Jesus Christ, God and true man, Creator, Father and my Redeemer, for being who you are You, infinite Goodness, and because I love above all things, I am sorry for having offended Thee my heart, I also weight because you can punish me with the pains of hell. With the help of your divine grace, firmly resolve never to sin, confess, and comply with the imposed penance that I go. Amen.


1 ª STATION: JESUS \u200b\u200bIS SENTENCED TO DEATH
We adore you, Lord, and bless Thee, because by your holy cross you have redeemed the world.

Judgement and not by a court, but for everyone. Condemned by those who had hailed him shortly before. And the call ... We fled
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Dame, Lord, imitate, joining Ti by silence when someone makes me suffer. I deserve it. Help!

Lord, I have sinned, have mercy on me.
It then reads the Lord's Prayer


2 ª STATION: JESUS \u200b\u200b
CHARGED WITH THE CROSS We adore you, Lord, and bless Thee, because by your holy cross you have redeemed the world.

as I understand, Sir, the value the cross, my little daily crosses, my pains, my pains, my solitude. Dame
become loving sacrifice in reparation for my life and ministry by my brothers, my cross daily.

Lord, I have sinned, have mercy on me.
It then reads the Lord's Prayer


3 rd STATION: JESUS \u200b\u200bFALLS FOR THE FIRST TIME UNDER THE WEIGHT OF THE CROSS
We adore you, Lord, and bless Thee, because by your holy cross you have redeemed the world.

You fall, Lord, to redeem myself. To help me get up in my fall day, when after I decided to be faithful back to relapse into my everyday defects.
Help me up and always go my way to You!

Lord, I have sinned, have mercy on me.
It then reads the Lord's Prayer


4 th STATION: MEETING WITH MARY
We adore you, Lord, and bless Thee, because by your holy cross you have redeemed the world.

Do Lord, I find myself next to your mother at all times of my life. With it, leaning on her maternal love, I have come up to you on the last day of my life. Mother
Help me!

Lord, I have sinned, have mercy me.
It then reads the Lord's Prayer

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Like an insect waits impatiently for my fall. Passionately want to shake and scream of pain to slake your thirst for revenge while you can splash and laugh in the puddle of my tears. You'll twisting toward me with a long knife in his hand, and looking clavándomelo bloodshot eyes to leave the water and salt again. I scream you hate me so sick, you want to suffer, they need to continue. Desperately looking for the best angle for cutting, and you're losing your strength in the attempt. I see in the distance and you're lying on the floor, you seem to have surrendered. I look with indifference and I see you suffer. You're a parasite.

I feel sorry for you, at the end condescending. I take your knife, I've seen enough. You can do me no harm. I do a fast clean cut in his eyes and begins to sprout blood and tears. I've gone blind, but I smile, I have given you what you wanted. Ink runs a river rose to you. Now you're the one who cries.

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Concha no longer return my calls.

I was with her in the cafeteria of the English court last week and did not come.

just know my daughter, since the seventies stopped worrying about me. And I understand, I just I am an old woman, but sometimes I wish I could invite her to coffee and cakes with the girls we used to do on Sundays.

Yesterday someone got the shoes in the freezer. The messenger of course denies it. Has an innate talent to deny everything, I should take for a fool. I realize that muffins are missing in the Wardrobe and cheese is just blazingly fast. That does not say anything because I do not get angry for a little food, but I do not like being teased that way, and certainly in my own home.

Sometimes he goes without saying goodbye.

One day I was angry with her seriously. It was in summer, had made suitcase with clothes and toiletries bag to go to Salou with my niece and her family, but she at one point I broke everything. On top was the one who got angry! I think an insolent, can not stand.

just talk, not like me and she did not sit well with me, but works hard and low to make the purchase. Have you ever wanted to pay a bonus and not accepted as much as I insisted. Must be because she is charged with the ham from the refrigerator.

Every week I put a different type of dishes to eat. I always say I like what I got when I married, I put this, but I think it is hidden in somewhere because for years I have not seen. I do not know which plan is up to. I do not like that the dish is green because I do not know if I cream over when peas. I do not like me to put plastic cups, I feel like a child.

Some days I have not feed me, and I do not cook it myself. Not only steals my food, but that does not let myself eat what's mine.

I change things around.

I've thrown several times, but back, and always comes home to a different time. Sometimes I wonder in the middle of the night, when I go into the bathroom. Other arrive while I'm eating breakfast. Once spilled milk and I got lost, one of these days I will kill a heart, for I am higher.

I think it's a bit sick in the head, partly feel sorry for her. Yesterday

put the shoes in the freezer.

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was close. He had been two hours working. Had taken a juice and some toast for breakfast and pulled the car listening to the station forever. They were my last minutes of life and was paralyzed. Fear and lack of time make you sweat and think effectively in quick fixes. Do not think, just act. All my thought about how life would die, what would he say, who to be, what music I wanted for my funeral, which doctor should revenge my children. I never thought so.

wanted to say goodbye to many people. From my parents, my children Carl and Evan, my best friend Sarah, Edward, my first girlfriend bitch Evey and my ex-wife. He had taken custody of the children in addition to the house, the dog and part of my monthly salary. I give the same end of each month her husband, my boss. Smashed my life, never wanted to know more about her. But there he was, scoring his damn number as I thought about how I hated her. That was the call, the last one, the only person who could leave: it was she.

Why did not matter. Only does it lay on the floor crying, holding my hands shaking the device frightened as a child and telling her he loved her, always took her in my heart, that he regretted not able to make us happy as promised, he did not want forget about me and always take care of her from afar. I hated her with all my might, indeed, but that was just the visible result of so much that he loved her. These

dying seconds before I realized what life is. Ironically, forty-eight years later. And you know what? It is not that complicated. Scientific theories do not seek, look no logical explanation. All life is compressed in the moments before death. Only then will you realize the extent and form your own, which is essentially what makes you who you are. And you've wasted your youth trying to link you to the popular blonde.

not your name or your family or your friends or enemies, not your personal taste or problems. It is the seat you be touched during the flight and the office that you were assigned when you got the job. When Claire called me realize who I was: a complex puzzle a layer of makeup after another to conceal what we really are beyond fear and pride.

Yes, yes, now you can see from their seats cheesy, from their couches as they hear the TV in the background and belch beer.

The ground shook and the fire was encroaching on the upper floors. Mine was the eighty-two. Dispatch seven. I heard people screaming and crowding on the stairs. People were crying or falling outside my window without a parachute and with open arms waiting to embrace death.

The answer to the question what life is another question:

Who do you call it?

Maybe 911?