Song of Solomon, 7
9. I have decided, 'I shall climb the palm tree, I shall seize its clusters of dates!' May your breasts be clusters of grapes, your breath sweet-scented as apples,
9. I have decided, 'I shall climb the palm tree, I shall seize its clusters of dates!' May your breasts be clusters of grapes, your breath sweet-scented as apples,
“Deus quer que as suas misérias sejam o trono da Sua misericórdia.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina