As he got off the plane, he got ahead of the passengers, getting to dribble his uranos ball to go through the control, giving it a try to check out the most breathtaking view of Italy. In this case, he had got to Turin to meet Del Piero who was visiting Italy for a week. That is to say that all beings were come to see Del Piero. However, there is a catch to this: he was already a veteran. They would not want to meet. Instead, they would discuss trivial matters like trying to prove whether Karl Marx was right or not. The thing is, football became a business instead of a sport that we should appreciate and love.  The more you appreciate, the more you feel the will of God. That is to say that you need the holy win of God.

Caos: HHAHA! This is turin! We gotta see the climax of God here. The thing is, this is preservation of wisdom for the new generation. I gotta make them see the fire. As a lord was held for the strength of his body and stoutness of heart. Much lore he learned, and loved wisdom but fortune followed him in few desires; oft wrong and awry what he wrought turned; what he loved he lost, what he longed for he won not; and full friendship he found not easily, nor was lightly loved for his looks were sad. He was gloom-hearted, and glad seldomfor the sundering sorrow that filled his youth… that is what Del Piero is.

Caos got to driblle his ball at 60 km per hour, performing every trick that he had created for the only acess of love and wisdom. The need to love is indeed the greatnes of life. That is to say that he got numerous places. Maybe, he was getting drunk by the weight of air and the sun. The Italian life was needlessly lovely. The Italian girls would smile at Caos. After all, he looked very handsome with his hat and vacations clothes. This would remind him of Such is the world as it appeared to Nietzsche under the monumental aspect of Turin: a discontinuity of intensities that are given names only through the interpretation of those who receive his messages; the latter still represent the fixity of signs, whereas in Nietzsche this fixity no longer exists.

Pater: ( he split the body of Christ and willed himself to say) hoc est enim corpus meum, QUOD PRO VOBIS TRADÉTUR. HIC EST ENIM CALIX SÁNGUINIS MEI, NOVI ET AETÉRNI TESTAMÉNTI, QUI PRO VOBIS ET PRO MULTIS EFFUNDÉTUR IN REMISSIÓNEM PECCATÓRUM. Hoc fácite in meam commemoratiónem.

As he heard this, he would praise Chirst in Chruch. There was nothing lovelier than expressing your love for the Lord in that way. The thing is, it could not be further from the truth. This has got deep into his veins. The new arrival of love could shake him anytime.

Basil: Christus vincit! Christus regnat! Christus imperat! Christus vincit, Christus regnat, Christus imperat! Supra regnorum fines nectenti animas: Salus perpetua. Sancta Maria, tu illam adiuva. Rex regum, Rex noster, Spes nostra, Gloria nostra. Tempora bona habeant! Tempora bona habeant! Regnum Christi veniat! Sancte DEUS! SANCTE FORTIS! SANCTE MISERECORS SALVATOR!

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