One of the religious orders deserve more respect for its history, tradition, courage, culture and art, is the Jesuit , qualification with which they are known today, but it was pejorative in its infancy, there in the first half of the sixteenth century. Within the Societas Jesu (Jesuit), founded by the Basque Ignacio de Loyola and nine companions, it is difficult to find intelligence & # 237; Simos priests, always critical but faithful to its doxa. In this distinguished order, I have the fortune of having a couple of cultérrimos friends, respectful of my venerable elders laicismo and sometimes, not a few of my cynicism Wildean well hidden by the Cartesian methodical doubt. And right now, I return to visit one of them, after sharing some delicious Belgian truffles and almost dry a bottle of Courvoisier cognac "Father Jean-Louis has just returned from his hometown of Reims" I can not stop thinking in the conversation that we anchored about two hours on a single theme: Los Angeles. It all started with a comment he made to the painting of the archangel Gabriel that adorns his study, well, I referred to him as an angel, not arc & # 225, Angel, and was suitably corrected. So began a heady exhibition and illustrated on the classification & #to could go to the bathroom, to address to the toilet when all was dark. But she was a child I'd lie invented and believed to be filled with value and not succumb devoured by monsters of the night, hiding, cheats, behind the heavy door to the bathroom. Then, in my youth, I had an aesthetic interest for them, according to the pictures of the archangels mestizos, Cuzqueñay Quito School, which abound in the churches of Lima, Cajamarca, Ayacucho, Cuzco, Huancavelica, Quito, etc. My reading of the fallen angels were also very encouraging, especially the vampires of Anne Rice, but once again, was an interis literary. Until one Friday in April, almost at midnight, in the city of San Jose, California, in a spacious apartment, a cozy condo, I was presented. I had waited 27 years to know, and since then has continued to provide security alegríay my life. I was standing there, flesh and bone, with a magical smile, a charming look and a medium body, where it is not explained, as he does to the soul that will fit and hide the wings: Julia J. Leon M. name is my guardian angel. Did not have to welcome me and welcomed me. It did not have to love me, and I loved it. Q was notEU safeguards, and protected me. I had no obligation to me, but I took like a prodigal son, who just returned from a distant land. Since then, he has continued to encourage me and get up. Says my family is my aunt, cousin of my mother. That explanation was not cold enough for me. Moreover, the beautiful things can not be explained simply are. And speaking of angels, the great Angelus Silesius, where Cherubinischer Wandersmann oder Geist - Reiche Sinn - und Schluss - Reimer zur Gö ; ttlichen anleitende beschauligkeit , sings about the latter:
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