9. Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker! [Let] the potsherd [strive] with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou? or thy work, He hath no hands?





“O amor nada mais é do que o brilho de Deus nos homens”. São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina