Song of Solomon, 8
1. Ah, why are you not my brother, nursed at my mother's breast! Then if I met you out of doors, I could kiss you without people thinking ill of me.
1. Ah, why are you not my brother, nursed at my mother's breast! Then if I met you out of doors, I could kiss you without people thinking ill of me.
“Um dia você verá surgir o infalível triunfo da justiça Divina sobre a injustiça humana”. São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina