Massimo Coppo sings this song in the streets and the squares of Assisi

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Massimo Coppo today

Hidden passage in Assisi

Assisi, Assisi, now you do not know IT,
There's a hidden passage
to the assisi of St. Francis.
Assisi, Assisi, the whole world is watching you,
return to your God!

in this city St. Francis abandoned
his wealth and he stripped naked;
dressed with a sackcloth in the square he embraced
the merry sister poverty,
offering his life to Christ.

transformed by The Spirit of the Lord
a life of penance he embraced,
suffering for the Church of his Lord,
AND In dreams and visions God spoke to him,
and wonders worked through him.

The Spirit of St. Francis flutters,
still flutters over this land.
Dying St. Francis blessEd you;
the pilgrim's hope you are,
which comes here to search for Jesus.

Assisi, Assisi, now you do not know IT,
There's a hidden passage
to the assisi of St. Francis.
Assisi, Assisi, the whole world is watching you,
return to your God!

*This song, composed in the community to which Massimo belongs, by now for years is resounding in Assisi. After the recent surprising developments of the mission, the refrain has been modified as follows: "Assisi, Assisi, now you do know it, the Assisi of St. Francis is returning. Assisi, Assisi, all the world is looking at you, return to your God!"

A clarification written from Massimo Coppo himself on the Mission “Assisi Assisi!”

St. Francis sided openly and indissolubly with the poor; he wanted that his friars had to be called "minores" and, as we read in his writings, had to be happy to live "between people insignificant and despised, among the poor and weak, the sick and the lepers and the beggars along the way". Of beggars in Assisi I know two or three of them, we became friends, and I feel "honored" for their friendship. I am not a beggar, my request - and the offers I receive - are related to a book I wrote: "From the Land of Assisi and of Francis the Spirit of prophecy ", translated in various languages and appreciated by so many.

For years now I'm always at Assisi, though not far from my community, "Families of Bethlehem" in Rocca Sant'Angelo - 12 km from Assisi - where I go back only occasionally. People ask me why I wear a sackcloth and, in winter, if I don't feel cold on my feet. I reply that I am not a fakir, I feel the cold, but I offer it to God. Very different the penances that Francis and his companions were offering to God, to fulfill the mandate to "repair the house of Jesus Christ", the Church. Under the porticoes, mainly in the evening, people come also to speak with me, and to pray. We "conspire" so that in Assisi may be renewed the wonders of love, healing, salvation and praise as in the ancient Assisi.

Of course my clothing is reminding the clothes woren - in a far more worthy way - by Francis and his companions; and as it was for Francis, the ultimate aim of my mission in Assisi is the love and the good for the Church. But compared to the scenery in which St. Francis lived and worked, by now we are in the last times, the "great tribulation" has begun, of which Jesus spoke in His much neglected and misunderstood "prophetic speech" in which he listed the "signs" preceding His return, there are all of them! And that's why, in the preachings that I loudly proclaim in the streets and squares of Assisi and also other towns, I also share passages of the prophecies had by Marcello Ezekiel Ciai, the man to whom I owe my return in the Catholic Church, and to whom the Lord has given - in periods of penance and disease - revelations that have no equal in the Church: on Rome, on the Vatican, on Assisi, on the collapse of the economy.

And right this "prophet of Assisi", moved by the Spirit of God, suggested me to go to Saint Peter's Square in the days of the Conclave to pray there, on a cloaca, for a Pope franciscanly poor and near the poor. And it was "Pope Francis"!


We publish two images out of many taken from newspapers and magazines for the Conclave of Pope Francis, elected thanks to the prayers and penances of the mission of Massimo Coppo, as are in many to think.