Beginnings

Feb 10, 2007 11:36

(Tests say I'm ready for P.E.T. - Preliminary English Test. Preliminary. Because of this, don't crucify me if there are two or twenty errors, that's ok? I know: because of this, I should get out of writing, or at least I should get out of post the shit I've written. Be patient. And, if you want - I would be grateful if you do - correct me.)

He has carried the cross since the first stone of the Golgota.
The cross is heavy, ruined wood ruined by sand and sweat. The whip has roped it on his back, and he walked, falling and rising, stumbling and rising - falling he raises people’s cry.
His name is Jesus.
He has compassion, and pain - his compassion is a phoenix that grows while it's being burnt.
Sun is still burning Jew’s face when he comes near Jesus, crying:
«Go on! Go on! Put this cross there. Do you see? There! On mountain’s top!»
Jesus’ eyes don’t tremble when he answers:
«I’ll go on. I’ll walk. I’ll put this cross on mountain’s top. I suffer and I’ll suffer in pain, but you’ll do with me until I’ll return.»
And that will be.

a.d.1630

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