
He flung himself at the feet of the Holy Father.
Before we were married, I dreamed my husband was kissing the ring of the Pope, and it totally scared me. Some symbol of the last vestiges of my anti-Catholic emotional blocks, I suppose, even after being thoroughly intellectually convinced that I must convert.
This moment brought me to tears. (Placido Domingo sings for the Pope)
- mood:
enthralled
AMDG


Michaelangelo maria lactans