"the tripartite one? is this the Father the son and the Saint spirit?… The purity generates the virtue, the virtue generates the love. The hermit was perfect in any regard, Saint requesting, without stop. Upright it was held and only the sleep made it fall! Some pitentes was brought to him by the small window in these stones around him or it was immured. A poor woman sudden spoke to him, of her reproduced troubles and sins. It was signed and under its cape gently answered him. All the sudden love emerges from its holy and crowned mouth, or God Alone by him spoke. The woman behind the walls heard, and sudden knelt. This crowned thing, it did not believe in it, it the beginning of happiness there, and, with its heart filled up of émoi!serai will listened saw possible all that? In these lieus it returned several times. Then of a great dash it made the wishes help the hermit, to bring clean clothing to him, food, and covers. In top of this hill in the medium of wood, a Saint lived there. Rolling itself by ground it promised that henceforth towards God it will turn his eyes. Was sorry, it will give all its goods, will make the good and will like all mankind. Love joy peace was from now on in its heart and this richness it wanted to divide it! With all the people met. It is there the secrecy of the true happiness! "

© Louise Ballarin