11. Or like a bird flying through the air -- leaving no proof of its passing; it whips the light air with the stroke of its pinions, tears it apart in its whirring rush, drives its way onward with sweeping wing, and afterwards no sign is seen of its passage.





“Lembre-se de que os santos foram sempre criticados pelas pessoas deste mundo, e puseram sob seus pés o mundo e as suas máximas .” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina