33. The king therefore being much moved, went up to the high chamber over the gate, and wept. And as he went he spoke in this manner: My son Absalom, Absalom my son: would to God that I might die for thee, Absalom my son, my son Absalom.





“Pense na felicidade que está reservada para nós no Paraíso”. São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina