15. This [is] the rejoicing city that dwelt carelessly, that said in her heart, I [am], and [there is] none beside me: how is she become a desolation, a place for beasts to lie down in! every one that passeth by her shall hiss, [and] wag his hand.





“Deve-se caminhar em nuvens cada vez que se termina uma confissão!” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina