Incidentally, that my novel is set right in the Christmas period, just as we are living, dense fog. So as a wish, what better than a page of his novel about Christmas? And 'the beginning of Chapter XV. Merry Christmas to all!
"The Glory of the bell once again marked the victory over everything.
The church was brightly lit, as it was only twice a year at Christmas and Easter. The people continued to go unabated. It seemed that the cold spur them into force and many eyes were wandering lost, not knowing what to stop, as if this was the first time I came there.
In the middle of the altar statue of the child was still under the pall after a while he was raised. He thought then that there was too much difference between those people and pastors of the past, except that there were thousands of years of history that confirmed this announcement. Somehow they were privileged to come after all this time. The shepherds saw a child like any other and a promise that people could enjoy instead of a tradition that was passed, miracles happen, an infinite number of witnesses.
many confirmations that this event would seriously change things. Yet must strive to believe that these people were there that night, for the recognition of something that had happened to them. It was like that and did not know. He tried again that night. The
the Gloria and echoed by the warmth of the church was long enough to allow it to scrutinize almost one by one the faces of those people. She knew them all. Or rather, I knew the name.
He realized that the last days had left him as naked in front of the mystery that was hidden behind each of those lives. He knew only fragments, but wondered what other stories were hidden behind those eyes, what actions to perform those hands, what steps would follow those feet.
He had the chance to discover just one of those mysteries, but it was suddenly like a small open window on a wider world who thought differently.
Out here everything is different, he said, while the reiterated the announcement of their kids screaming hallelujah without brakes. Everything like that time, yet completely different. Was stronger than the song of angels from heaven or Innocent sound wave that rose from the voices of those children? What attracted these shepherds? What brought these people there? "
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