2 Samuel, 19
5. The king had covered his face and kept crying aloud, 'My son Absalom! Oh, Absalom my son, my son!'
5. The king had covered his face and kept crying aloud, 'My son Absalom! Oh, Absalom my son, my son!'
“O amor e o temor devem sempre andar juntos. O temor sem amor torna-se covardia. São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina