Nahum, 3
17. your garrisons, like locusts, and your marshals, like swarms of hoppers! They settle on the walls when the day is cold. The sun appears, the locusts spread their wings, they fly away,away they fly, no one knows where. Alas,
17. your garrisons, like locusts, and your marshals, like swarms of hoppers! They settle on the walls when the day is cold. The sun appears, the locusts spread their wings, they fly away,away they fly, no one knows where. Alas,
“Caminhe sempre e somente no bem e dê, cada dia, um passo à frente na linha vertical, de baixo para cima.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina
