The Pain of the God

For my friend, James Forte Being an innocent child, far away in the mountains running through the woods beside streams, looking at the starry sky, I have wondered myself: who am I ? I went to schools to learn, I went to churches to pray… Living there in the village between the mountains, with people of faith and respect I didn't know than only the good... Being a teenager, from there, from the high mountains I watched at the distant the city... I saw then: lies, robberies, hatred… just like Jesus saw in the Temple from Jerusalem... Late in the evening, I returned at the little wooden church from the village and in my prayer I understood the God why he didn't make us immortals…