Judith, 16
11. Then my oppressed people shouted for joy; my weak ones cried out, the enemy was terrified; they raised their voices; the enemy took to flight.
11. Then my oppressed people shouted for joy; my weak ones cried out, the enemy was terrified; they raised their voices; the enemy took to flight.
“O amor nada mais é do que o brilho de Deus nos homens”. São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina