Song of Solomon, 8
1. O that you were like a brother to me, that nursed at my mother's breast! If I met you outside, I would kiss you, and none would despise me.
1. O that you were like a brother to me, that nursed at my mother's breast! If I met you outside, I would kiss you, and none would despise me.
“Que Maria sempre enfeite sua alma com as flores e o perfume de novas virtudes e coloque a mão materna sobre sua cabeça. Fique sempre e cada vez mais perto de nossa Mãe celeste, pois ela é o mar que deve ser atravessado para se atingir as praias do esplendor eterno no reino do amanhecer.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina
