Do black used to wet the bread every day in the Santo António lamp, and said: Santo Antoninho, I’m just like, I'm wearing your bread? The sacristan from the fall would always find the light bulb dry, until a day was resolved to scratch those who would drink the oil. Black again said: Santo Antoninho, I’m just like, I'm wearing your bread? The sacristan replied: “No.” And black, displaying a history, said: Santinho di pau to speak?! I’m molten and make it...