Héctor didn’t answer immediately. He turned the thin, onion-skin pages with a reverence that bordered on the sacred. The sound— fssss, fssss, fssss —was the only music he needed.
Luna looked at the book. Reina Valera 1960. She had always thought of it as old, irrelevant, a relic of a God she wasn't sure existed. But now she saw it differently. It wasn't a relic. It was a weapon . And her grandfather, a poor farmer with dirt under his nails, was a warrior. biblia reina valera 1960 amen amen
“Jehová es mi pastor; nada me faltará…” (Psalm 23:1, RV1960) Héctor didn’t answer immediately