Song of Solomon, 4
16. BELOVED: Awake, north wind, come, wind of the south! Breathe over my garden, to spread its sweet smell around. Let my love come into his garden, let him taste its most exquisite fruits.
16. BELOVED: Awake, north wind, come, wind of the south! Breathe over my garden, to spread its sweet smell around. Let my love come into his garden, let him taste its most exquisite fruits.
“Que Jesus reine sempre soberano no seu coração e o faça cada vez mais digno de seus divinos dons.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina
