“Angel  came  down  from  heaven  yesterday She  stayed  with  me  just  long  enough  to  rescue  me And  she  told  me  a  story  yesterday,  about  the  sweet  love  between  the  moon  and  the  deep  blue  sea And  then  she  spread  her  wings  high  over  me  She  said  she’s  gonna  come  back  tomorrow And  I  said  “fly  on  my  sweet  angel, fly  on  through  t he  sky, fly  on  my  sweet   angel, tomorrow  I’?m  gonna  be  by  your  side ” Sure   enough  this  morning   came  unto  me Silver  wings  silhouetted  against  the  child’s  sunrise And   my  angel  she  said  unto “today  is   the   day  for   you  to  rise, take   my  hand,  you’re  gonna  be  my  man, you’re  gonna  rise” And  she  took   high   over  yonder And   I  said  “fly  on  my  sweet  angel, fly  on  through   the  sky, fly  on  my  sweet  angel Forever  I  will   be  by  your  side” Angel - Jimi Hendrix ♥”

“In Rome a vagina is una fica, a term deriving from the fig, a great thing, a delightful gift, a ribboned fruit. Among young Romans, the expression fica is a way to convey something extraordinarily good, akin to “cool.” They even make it into a superlative—fichissimo, meaning that something is the “cuntest” and very good indeed. Una fica is not only a sexually attractive woman, it is anything worthy of possession or experience. Imagine an American guy saying: “Wow, that is so vagina!” You can’t.”