Easter is not an opportunity, to mix for the good… It is a celebration that does not end, the eternal, the true…
Easter is not the candles, which we forget at the moment… They are bent Elders, with the unlit candle…
Easter is not the sky that shines, from fires, sparklers… It is the pure souls that shine, in Chrysostom the expressions…
Easter is not the spear that will be baked in the countryside… It is the Air of Mary, that the Resurrection will be the Winner !!
O Lord, when will you pass our souls across? From the wandering world the unseen… happy birthday, To Your glorious feast… Where only Christ Resurrected is heard without stopping? O Lord, when will we feel You… when will we live You?
Ἀναστήτω ὁ Θεός και διασκορπισθήτωσαν οἱ ἐχθροί αὐτοῦ και φυγέτωσαν ἀπό προσώπου αὐτοῦ οἱ μισοῦντες αὐτόν…