poem from the poetry Messina Giuseppe

The best saints men who always follow Jesus wherever he goes they live always in the God rays:
When you'll see the shooting stars you will rise from your decays
Maybe on that day you will rise in the cosmos of your thoughts like a supernova
Immensely you will running your rays until illuminating the sinister earth that spreads gloomy mirages and sells them as true gold

You will roll to ignite black holes of temporal evanescences
Finally, you will burst blissfully in debris of atoms luminescent that will never die in our feelings.