Song of Solomon, 4
1. LOVER: How beautiful you are, my beloved, how beautiful you are! Your eyes are doves, behind your veil; your hair is like a flock of goats surging down Mount Gilead.
1. LOVER: How beautiful you are, my beloved, how beautiful you are! Your eyes are doves, behind your veil; your hair is like a flock of goats surging down Mount Gilead.
“Ouço interiormente uma voz que constantemente me diz: Santifique-se e santifique!” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina