In Memoria Di Me (In Memory of Myself) Page #3

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Who am I?

I pretend...

I pretend...

I'm pretending...

I'm pretending !

I'm not able to love.

I'm not able to love.

It's not me you're looking for.

It's not me.

Do you understand?

It's not me.

I'm worthless.

I don't believe in anything.

I'm coming with you.

We're leaving tonight.

Father.

Andrea...

I'm sorry.

Accepting who we are

is the first charity.

I'm sorry, Father.

Andrea,

make up your mind

that today is not the end,

but a new beginning.

Why did you come to me?

To tell me that you want to be free?

You have always been free here.

You look at me with pride.

You should know that I, too,

spent some time chasing after

the freedom you say you love.

Your freedom is a desperate freedom,

shouting against

the emptiness in the heavens.

But Christ did not descend

from the Cross.

He wasn't forcing man to believe,

to be a slave to an almighty god.

He let Himself be killed,

to give man the freedom

to believe or not.

To love Him.

Or reject Him.

What He was asking

was unconstrained faith,

unconstrained love.

But Christ had

too much faith in humanity.

Humanity doesn't want to be free,

but to be slaves.

And so we,

we above all others,

have chosen His freedom.

We,

and we alone,

have the right to teach

that it is not the freedom of choice

your heart desires that counts.

Not the love you desire,

but the mystery.

The terrifying mystery...

of a weak God.

I was created to carry out a plan

for which no one else was created.

I occupy a place in the eyes of God,

in God's world,

that no one else occupies.

It doesn't matter if I am rich,

poor, admired or

scorned by other men.

God knows me and calls me by name.

He has entrusted me with a task

entrusted to no one else.

I have a mission

and in some way

I am necessary in His plan.

God did not make me in vain.

IN MEMORY OF MYSELF

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