Song of Solomon, 7
9. I said, "I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its fruits." May your breasts be clusters of the vine, your breath sweet-scented as apples, and your mouth like the best wine.
9. I said, "I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its fruits." May your breasts be clusters of the vine, your breath sweet-scented as apples, and your mouth like the best wine.
“O Senhor nos dá tantas graças e nós pensamos que tocamos o céu com um dedo. Não sabemos, no entanto, que para crescer precisamos de pão duro, das cruzes, das humilhações, das provações e das contradições.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina