Song of Solomon, 5
2. I slept, but my heart kept vigil. I heard the knock of my beloved. "Open to me, my sister, my love, my perfect one, my dove! My head is wet with dew, my hair with the drops of the night."
2. I slept, but my heart kept vigil. I heard the knock of my beloved. "Open to me, my sister, my love, my perfect one, my dove! My head is wet with dew, my hair with the drops of the night."
“Tenhamos sempre horror ao pecado mortal e nunca deixemos de caminhar na estrada da santa eternidade.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina
