20. Terror assails him in broad daylight, and at night a whirlwind sweeps him off. The womb that shaped him forgets him and his name is recalled no longer. Thus wickedness is blasted as a tree is struck.





“Caminhe sempre e somente no bem e dê, cada dia, um passo à frente na linha vertical, de baixo para cima.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina