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Honey and palm oil in the blood. Oxum doesn't sweeten anyone's mouth before sweetening her own. She doesn't wash her body before washing her jewels. She doesn't love more than she is loved and doesn't like to be bothered when everything can be resolved sitting on the throne, in silence... Oyá doesn't know how to stay. She is free like a butterfly in the wind and doesn't take long when she doesn't find love. She sits at your table, wins you over with her smooth talk and leaves... She simply leaves. They say that she loved, but just like Osún she only accepts being loved. You can mix them... Honey and palm oil complement each other. Osún only cries to win. Oyá only sheds tears when she wins. You can call them fragile, sensitive and kind because they are. But ask them who suffers in the end when they decide to turn their backs and leave... Oyá and Osún live together. They share feats that don't go down the throat of a man who thinks he's smart. They know how to be a hammer, my dear. They walk and dance on fire Oyá has thorns on her feet And osún encanto in her hands. Discover the mystery between the wind and the pollen of the flower because it is there my love that you yourself will want to go back to the beginning.