Job, 30
31. My harp is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of those that weep.
31. My harp is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of those that weep.
“O amor é a rainha das virtudes. Como as pérolas se ligam por um fio, assim as virtudes, pelo amor. Fogem as pérolas quando se rompe o fio. Assim também as virtudes se desfazem afastando-se o amor”. São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina