Song of Solomon, 7
9. I said, "I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its fruits." May your breasts be clusters of the vine, your breath sweet-scented as apples, and your mouth like the best wine.
9. I said, "I will climb the palm tree and take hold of its fruits." May your breasts be clusters of the vine, your breath sweet-scented as apples, and your mouth like the best wine.
“Deus não opera prodígios onde não há fé.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina