11. Though you make them grow the day you plant them and make your sprouts blossom on the next morning, The harvest shall disappear on the day of the grievous blow, the incurable blight.





“Queira o dulcíssimo Jesus conservar-nos na Sua graça e dar-nos a felicidade de sermos admitidos, quando Ele quiser, no eterno convívio…” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina