I SONG TO THE GLORIOUS SAINT AGUEDA WOMAN IS THE BEST IN THE WORLD

 

  SANTA AGUEDA

 

Today women have a high rod

The mayors rule in Zamarramala

Oh English of my heart

hovering in the skies

In memory that never goes away

I hear your distant song and the sound

That of Segovia and Hornchurch

The mountains are

Glory to your breasts

sicilian virgin

That the Quintian praetor

You repelled with a sacred phrase

Aren't you ashamed, tyrant, to cut off her tits

What did they feed you?

divine udder and chaste

Oh, glorious Saint Agatha

pearl name

Valor and integrity of the sacred vestal

who suffered the hook

and the hot iron

For not denying Christ

From the triumphant skies

save our souls

live forever

The mayors of Zamarramala

remembering the martyrdom

Of that beautiful Sicilian

 

It was in the 254 year of grace

oh suzanne i got

From her breasts the milk of life

And I knew love and hope

Saturday, February 4, 2023