CXIXEmpunhando sua espada cravejadaLevantada acima da sua cabeçaMarte irado pela descrença notadoComo um trovão, sua voz faz que se conheça,Gritando à Lusitânia sua amada,Para que naquele caos não pereça…!“Oh! Valorosa gente de grã antanhoLevantai vossa moral, por vosso ganho!

-Jose Braz Pereira Da Cruz

Select a background
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image
Awesome background image

More quotes by Jose Braz Pereira Da Cruz