Song of Solomon, 5
7. I rose up in order to open to my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the finest myrrh.
7. I rose up in order to open to my beloved. My hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers were full of the finest myrrh.
“Seria mais fácil a Terra existir sem o sol do que sem a santa Missa!” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina