1. I will sing to my beloved the canticle of my paternal cousin, about his vineyard. A vineyard was made for my beloved, at the horn in the son of oil.





“É doce o viver e o penar para trazer benefícios aos irmãos e para tantas almas que, vertiginosamente, desejam se justificar no mal, a despeito do Bem Supremo.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina