9. Over the mountains, break out in cries of lamentation, over the pasture lands, intone a dirge: They are scorched, and no man crosses them, unheard is the bleat of the flock; Birds of the air as well as beasts, all have fled, and are gone.





“Nossa Senhora está sempre pronta a nos socorrer, mas por acaso o mundo a escuta e se emenda?” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina