15. This is what the city will be like, once living happy and carefree and thinking to itself, 'I have no rival -- not I!' And what will it be now? A ruin, a lair for wild beasts to rest in, and everyone who passes by will whistle and throw up his hands.





“Deus quer que as suas misérias sejam o trono da Sua misericórdia.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina