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On The Enternal city of God

It is said that God is everywhere, but He attend his meetings in Buenos Aires (Argentina). And probably there is no holly city as Jerusalem, which includes the last Wall of The Solomon's Temple (supposedly where the Alliance's Haul was laid), the plane of Mosques, where Mohammed abandoned the earth with Arcangel St. Gabriel, and the Golgoth, the Calvary Mount and the Saint Grave of our Lord, who came back from death in third day... But above all cities, non is like Rome. A beautiful city. An ancient one too. We know that it was founded in year 753 B.C by Romulus and his mob of rapists, thieves, and murderers. At the very beginning of their History, Roman were (according to Octavian Cesar) strong and ferocious, but also were lonely and gross creatures... And men. They were only men. No single woman among the tribe, and this could be a problem when the time comes, not just because of necessities, but also for reproduction of the species.

Romulus understood that, and sent his men to search for fertile and young women that they could use as wives. So Roman arrived to the Sabinian Tribe, whose women were perfect... And they abducted them, which caused a lot of problems of course, but finally, The Roman got their wives and the tribe could thrive, in fact it became part of the ritual when a wedding happened in Rome: first the ancient swore "ubi tu Gaius, ego Gaia (there where you be Gaius, I will be Gaia)", and during the celebration, the husband had to "kidnape" the wife from her mother's arms.  It seems pretty funny, isn't it?

Rome is ancient. And as an old and big city ("the eternal city"), she has seen lots of things, lots of years, centuries... It was in Rome where Peter, (prima Petra Christiane Ecclesiae) established the cult of Christ and God after his Master was crucified. And that church, The Church, thrived and survived the fall of Western Empire after Romulus Augustulus was dethroned. The Bishop of Rome, recognized as the Pontifex Maximus, and Supreme Leader of Christiandom, Christ's envoy, Peter's Succesor etc etc, became into His Holliness, and ruled the city and Vatican States for a millenia. Today his soil is far reduced... But his power (specially among the believers) still being very big.

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