Psalms, 37
20. The wicked perish, the enemies of the LORD; Like the beauty of meadows they vanish; like smoke they disappear.
20. The wicked perish, the enemies of the LORD; Like the beauty of meadows they vanish; like smoke they disappear.
"Tente percorrer com toda a simplicidade o caminho de Nosso Senhor e não se aflija inutilmente.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina