27. Bending over him, she fooled the cruel tyrant with these words, uttered in their ancestral tongue, 'My son, have pity on me; I carried you nine months in my womb and suckled you three years, fed you and reared you to the age you are now, and provided for you.





“E’ na dor que o amor se torna mais forte.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina