Song of Solomon, 8
15. Flee away, my beloved, and become like the doe and the young stag upon the mountains of aromatic plants.
15. Flee away, my beloved, and become like the doe and the young stag upon the mountains of aromatic plants.
“O meu passado, Senhor, à Tua misericórdia. O meu Presente, ao Teu amor. O meu futuro, à Tua Providência.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina