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La Misa como nunca te la habían contado. Un deslumbrante recorrido a través del sentido bíblico del sacrificio -desde la Creación hasta nosotros- acompañados por anfitriones de lujo: Eduardo Verástegui, el autor súper ventas Scott Hahn, el bicampeón de Fórmula 1 Emerson Fittipaldi, el Barrabás de La Pasión de Cristo Pietro Sarubbi, Raniero Cantalamessa... y por jóvenes 'besados' por Dios. Con increíbles imágenes de la naturaleza de Brasil e Islandia; rodado en la Playa de las Catedrales (Lugo) y en Matera (Italia).
| Título original: | EL BESO DE DIOS |
| Año: | 2022 |
| Fecha estreno: | 22-04-2022 |
| País: | España |
| Dirección: | P. Ditano |
| Guion: | P. Ditano |
| Productores: | Arturo Sancho y P. Ditano |
| Música: | Almighty y Andrea Bocelli |
| Dir. producción: | Alfonsina Isidor |
| Montaje: | P. Ditano |
| Fotografía: | César Pérez, Víctor Entrecanales y Dan Johnson |
| Mezcla sonido: | David Machado |
| Género: | Documental |
| Duración: | 76 min. |
| Distribuidora: | European Dreams Factory |
| EDUARDO VERÁSTEGUi | narrador (voz) |
| EMERSON FiTTiPALDi | entrevistado |
| SCOTT HAHN | narrador y entrevistado |
| PiETRO SARUBBi | actor, narrador y entrevistado |
| CARDENAL CANTALAMESSA | entrevistado |
| BRiEGE McKENNA | entrevistada |
| MARY HEALY | entrevistada |
| RALPH MARTiN | entrevistado |
| JOSÉ PEDRO MANGLANO | entrevistado |
| TONY GRATACÓS | entrevistado |
| BEA MORiILLO | entrevistada |
| FER RUBiO | entrevistado |
Look closer. The thoughts that race through your mind—the worries about tomorrow, the replays of yesterday's mistakes, the endless to-do lists—they are not you . They are weather. They are sounds passing through a room. You are the room itself: vast, still, and utterly unchanged by the noise that moves within you.
So stop asking for certainty. Certainty is a cage. The deepest growth happens in the fog, when you cannot see the path but you take a step anyway. That trembling step—not knowing if the ground will hold—is the most alive you will ever be. It is faith without religion. It is courage without applause.
The meaning you are searching for is not hidden at the bottom of a well. It is in the act of looking. It is in the way you just read these words and felt a quiet resonance. That resonance is your deeper self recognizing itself. It has always been there, watching, waiting for you to stop shouting so it could finally speak.
Here is the hard truth: You will never be finished. There is no peak to reach where the climbing stops. The moment you get what you thought you wanted, the horizon shifts. This isn't a flaw in the universe—it is the design. We are not static things; we are verbs disguised as nouns. To be human is not to be a rock, but to be a river. And a river does not ask, "Have I arrived?" It simply flows, carving canyons without knowing it, nourishing roots without seeing them.
Listen now. Not to me. To the silence between the words. That is the only teacher you need.
That emptiness is not a void. It is potential. Silence is not the absence of sound, but the source of all sound. The canvas is not a lack of paint; it is the only reason paint can mean anything. You have been running from the silence your entire life, but the silence has never been the enemy. It is your foundation.
Look closer. The thoughts that race through your mind—the worries about tomorrow, the replays of yesterday's mistakes, the endless to-do lists—they are not you . They are weather. They are sounds passing through a room. You are the room itself: vast, still, and utterly unchanged by the noise that moves within you.
So stop asking for certainty. Certainty is a cage. The deepest growth happens in the fog, when you cannot see the path but you take a step anyway. That trembling step—not knowing if the ground will hold—is the most alive you will ever be. It is faith without religion. It is courage without applause. realteke
The meaning you are searching for is not hidden at the bottom of a well. It is in the act of looking. It is in the way you just read these words and felt a quiet resonance. That resonance is your deeper self recognizing itself. It has always been there, watching, waiting for you to stop shouting so it could finally speak. Look closer
Here is the hard truth: You will never be finished. There is no peak to reach where the climbing stops. The moment you get what you thought you wanted, the horizon shifts. This isn't a flaw in the universe—it is the design. We are not static things; we are verbs disguised as nouns. To be human is not to be a rock, but to be a river. And a river does not ask, "Have I arrived?" It simply flows, carving canyons without knowing it, nourishing roots without seeing them. They are sounds passing through a room
Listen now. Not to me. To the silence between the words. That is the only teacher you need.
That emptiness is not a void. It is potential. Silence is not the absence of sound, but the source of all sound. The canvas is not a lack of paint; it is the only reason paint can mean anything. You have been running from the silence your entire life, but the silence has never been the enemy. It is your foundation.
