12. My dwelling, like a shepherd's tent, is struck down and borne away from me; You have folded up my life, like a weaver who severs the last thread. Day and night you give me over to torment;





“Seja grato e beije docemente a mão de Deus. É sempre a mão de um pai que pune porque lhe quer bem” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina