Wisdom of Solomon, 5
11. like a bird flying across the sky leaving no trace of its flight; it beats the light air with its pinions, cleaving a way by the force of its wings but without a sign of its passing;
11. like a bird flying across the sky leaving no trace of its flight; it beats the light air with its pinions, cleaving a way by the force of its wings but without a sign of its passing;
“E’ na dor que o amor se torna mais forte.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina