𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗞𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗱𝗼. 𝗙𝗲𝗺𝗺𝗲. 𝗦𝗽𝗲́𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗲.

༗ ⁿᵒᵐ
𝖤𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺̀ 𝗅𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖪𝖺𝗇𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗍 𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺̀ 𝖼𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅'𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗁𝖾́𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾̀𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖾, 𝖻𝗂𝖾𝗇 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝖾̀𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖽𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗋 𝖺̀ 𝗅'𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾́𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗌. 𝖮𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗌 "𝖬𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖪𝖺𝗇𝖺𝖽𝗈" 𝖺̀ 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗏𝖺, 𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗊𝗎'𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖼 𝗌𝖺 𝗆𝖾̀𝗋𝖾.

༗ ᵖʳᵉⁿᵒᵐ
- 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 ? 𝖢'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗏𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝖾́𝗇𝗈𝗆 ?
- 𝖮𝗎𝗂, 𝖼'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎 𝗇'𝖾𝗌𝗍-𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌 ?
- 𝖮𝗎𝖺𝖺𝗁, 𝗅𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗃'𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗆'𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝖺.
- 𝖬𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗂𝗂 !

༗ ˢᵘʳⁿᵒᵐ
- 𝖳𝗎 𝗍'𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 ? 𝖲𝖾́𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗎𝗑 ?!
- 𝖡𝗂𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗎̂𝗋, 𝖼'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗃𝗈𝗅𝗂, 𝗇𝗈𝗇 ?
- 𝖳𝗎 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌 ? 𝖢'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗇, 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗏𝖾 𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾́𝗇𝗈𝗆 !
- 𝖩𝖾... 𝖽'𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽. 𝖠𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗓 𝗆𝗈𝗂 𝖱𝗂𝗇, 𝗌𝗂 𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾́𝖿𝖾́𝗋𝖾𝗓.

༗ ᵃᵍᵉ
𝖫𝖺 𝖲𝗉𝖾́𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝗏𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖺̂𝗀𝖾. 𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖼𝖾, 𝗆𝖾̂𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗅𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗃𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗊𝗎'𝖺̀ 𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗇'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾̀𝗀𝖾 𝖺̀ 𝗍𝖾𝗅 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗊𝗎'𝗈𝗇 𝗏𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾́𝗀𝖾𝗋, 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗂 𝖾𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖾́𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖾. 𝖮𝗋, 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖿𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝖽𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝖺̀ 𝗅𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋, 𝖾𝗍 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗑𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗑 𝗒𝖾𝗎𝗑 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝖺𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗍𝖾, 𝗊𝗎'𝗈𝗇 𝗇'𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗏𝗂𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝖾́𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗏𝗋𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾. 𝖠𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝖺̀, 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗏𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖺̂𝗀𝖾, 𝖾𝗍 𝖼'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗂 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗏𝖾́𝖼𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾̀𝗋𝖾, 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝖽𝗂𝗑-𝗌𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖼𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝗎𝗇𝖾.

༗ ᵒʳⁱᵉⁿᵗᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ˢᵉˣᵘᵉˡˡᵉ
𝖱𝗂𝗇 𝗇'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗃𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖻𝖾́𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝗉𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝖾́𝗃𝖺̀ 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾́ 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗌. 𝖣𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗌, 𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗃𝖾𝗍 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖾̂𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝖺̀ 𝗅'𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾.

༗ ᵇᵘᵗ
𝖯𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗋𝖾́𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝖾 𝗊𝗎'𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗎𝗍. 𝖯𝖾𝗎𝗍-𝖾̂𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝗊𝗎"𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗃𝖾𝗎𝗇𝖾, 𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝗊𝗎'𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾́𝗈𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌. 𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗊𝗎'𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗌'𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖾̂𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗋𝖾̂𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗌'𝖾́𝗍𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖾𝗎𝗑 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗅'𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖯𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖽'𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗇'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝖽𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗊𝗎'𝗈𝗇 𝗇𝖾 𝗌'𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾́𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗉𝗋𝖾̀𝗌 𝖺̀ 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾.
𝖤𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖼𝖾́𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝗂 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌, 𝗌𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗊𝗎'𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗍𝖾̂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗅'𝖾𝖺𝗎, 𝗉𝗎𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗎 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗒𝖺𝖽𝖾, 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾̀𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗊𝗎'𝗎𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗅'𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗍 𝗅𝗎𝗂 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖽.

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༗ ᵍʳᵒᵘᵖᵉ
𝖱𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖲𝗉𝖾́𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾́𝖾 𝖺̀ 𝖺𝗎𝖼𝗎𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉𝖾. 𝖲𝖺𝗎𝖿 𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗎𝗍-𝖾̂𝗍𝗋𝖾. 𝖨𝗅 𝗇'𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗆, 𝗂𝗅 𝗏𝗂𝗍 𝖺̀ 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗍 𝗅'𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾́ 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗑 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖾𝗌.

༗ ᵖʰʸˢⁱᵠᵘᵉ
𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗊𝗎'𝖺̀ 𝗌𝖺 𝗃𝖾𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾́ 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗎𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝖾𝗎𝗑 𝗅𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗉𝖾́𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖾𝗍 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗎𝗋, 𝗉𝗎𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗌 𝗇𝖾 𝗌'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝖾́, 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗅 𝖺 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾́ 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖼 𝗅𝗎𝗂 𝗅𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝖾̂𝗅𝖾 𝖯𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺̀ 𝖱𝗂𝗇, 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗎 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖽'𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗍 𝖽𝖾́𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾́𝖾.
𝖲𝗈𝗇 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗌'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾́ 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖼 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗓 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗌𝖾́ 𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝖾𝗎𝗑 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗌 𝖺̀ 𝖽𝖾́𝖿𝖺𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗌'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗎 𝖺̀ 𝗉𝖾𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂, 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖿𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝗌'𝖾́𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝖾́𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗅'𝖾́𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾.
𝖤𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗇𝖾 𝗌'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖾́𝖾 𝖺̀ 𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗎𝗑, 𝖺̀ 𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾̀𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝖾́𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝖾́𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾́ 𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖾́𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝖺𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾.
𝖲𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗌, 𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗎𝗑 𝗇'𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗃𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖾́𝗍𝖾́ 𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝗂 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗊𝗎'𝖺𝗎𝗑 𝖾́𝗉𝖺𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝖴𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗎 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖧𝖺𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍-𝖺𝗉𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾, 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗌'𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝖾́𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖾, 𝗊𝗎'𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾́𝖾, 𝖾𝗍 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗂𝖾̀𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗃𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗎 𝖾́𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖽𝗎 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾́ 𝖺𝗎𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖽'𝗁𝗎𝗂, 𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝖱𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍.

༗ ᶜᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳᵉ
𝖯𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝖾́𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗍 𝖽'𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖾𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗆𝖾. 𝖠𝗅𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗆𝖾 𝖺̀ 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗊𝗎'𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗊𝗎'𝖺𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗂. 𝖢𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾́, 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗅𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗈̂𝗍𝖾́ 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗎𝗇 𝖽𝖾́𝖿𝖺𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗓 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺̀ 𝗌'𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗈̂𝗍𝖾́ 𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗌. 𝖤𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗎𝗑 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗇, 𝖼𝖾𝗎𝗑 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾 𝗅'𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗋𝗋𝖾́𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾́𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾́ 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌'𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗋.
𝖴𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖼̧𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝗂 𝖺 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝖺̀ 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝖽𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖠𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺̀ 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗎𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗌, 𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝖾𝗇 𝗊𝗎'𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗂 𝖽𝖾́𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖽'𝖾𝗎𝗑, 𝖺̀ 𝗉𝗋𝖾́𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾́𝖿𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋 𝖺̀ 𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗎 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾́𝖾 𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗁𝗂𝖾. 𝖫𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗌, 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝗅𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗀𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗅'𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾́𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾, 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝗅'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗃𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗎𝖾́ 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍.

𝖯𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾̀𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾̀𝗋𝖾 𝗊𝗎'𝗈𝗇 𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗉𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾̀𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖺 𝖽𝖾́𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾 : 𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾. 𝖡𝗂𝖾𝗇 𝗊𝗎'𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖾́𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗌'𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗍𝖾́𝖾 𝖽'𝗎𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖾̀𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝖾̂𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾́𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗎 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾 𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗊𝗎'𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗀𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖬𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗋𝖾́ 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾̀𝗋𝖾, 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾́𝖿𝗅𝖾́𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗎𝗑 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾́𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗋𝖾̀𝗌 𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗂. 𝖢𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗊𝗎'𝖺̀ 𝗅𝖺 𝗅𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝖾̂𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗎̂𝗅𝖾́𝖾 𝗇𝗂 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾-𝖼𝗈𝗎, 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗈̂𝗍 𝖽'𝖾́𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖽𝗂𝖾.

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𝖱𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗁𝖾́𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾́ 𝖽'𝗎𝗇 𝗃𝖾𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖾́𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖾́. 𝖨𝗅 𝗋𝖾́𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗆 𝖽𝖾 𝖯𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖾, 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖿𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝖬𝗋. 𝖯𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖾, 𝖾𝗍 𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖽'𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖾̀𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗎𝗌𝖾. 𝖳𝗈𝗎𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗎𝗋, 𝗂𝗅 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖾̂𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾́𝗋𝖾́ 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖿. 𝖲𝗈𝗇 𝖾́𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗂𝖾 𝖽𝖾́𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝖽'𝗎𝗇 𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗅 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝗓 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗍.

༗ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵃᵛᵉᶜ ˡ'ᵃⁿⁱᵐᵃˡ
𝖱𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖯𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖾 𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖾́𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗎. 𝖨𝗅 𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖾́𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝖾, 𝖾𝗍 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗈̂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖾́𝗋𝗈𝗌. 𝖤𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝗂 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖺̀ 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗏𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾, 𝖾𝗍 𝗌'𝖺𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝖾̂𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖿𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝖺̀ 𝗅𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗏𝗈𝗒𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗍 𝗅'𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗋 "𝖬𝗋. 𝖯𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖾". 𝖢𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝗂𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖾̀𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺̀ 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝖾́𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗅 𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗎𝗍-𝖾̂𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾 𝖺̀ 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗌.

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𝖯𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖪𝖺𝗇𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗎𝗇 𝗁𝗈̂𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾́ 𝖺̀ 𝖫𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗅'𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽'𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗍 𝖽'𝗎𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾. 𝖣'𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗍 𝖽'𝗎𝗇 𝗋𝗈𝗂. 𝖣𝖾 𝖦𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖪𝖺𝗇𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗍 𝖽𝖾 𝖳𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒 𝖥𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋. 𝖣𝖾𝗎𝗑 𝖾̂𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾́𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗅'𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗁𝖾́. 𝖲𝖾𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗂𝗅 𝗒 𝖺 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖾𝗍 𝗅𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝖾́𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝖾́𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖾́𝖾 𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗎𝗑. 𝖢'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖱𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺 𝖾𝗇 𝖥𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖺 𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝖽'𝗎𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗅, 𝖽'𝗎𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝖾̀𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗍 𝖽'𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗌œ𝗎𝗋.

𝖦𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖪𝖺𝗇𝖺𝖽𝗈, 𝗆𝖾̀𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖱𝗂𝗇, 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗋 𝖺̀ 𝗌𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾́𝖾 𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌, 𝗉𝗋𝖾́𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖪𝖺𝗇𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗅'𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗎𝖾𝗅. 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖽'𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾́𝖾, 𝖦𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝗎 𝗌'𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖾̂𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖭𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗆𝖾, 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗎𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝖺̀ 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝗎̀ 𝗌𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗇'𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝗏𝖾́𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂, 𝖼𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗇𝖾 𝗅'𝖺 𝗃𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖾̂𝖼𝗁𝖾́ 𝖽'𝖾̂𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝖾̀𝗋𝖾.

𝖳𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒 𝖥𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋, 𝗉𝖾̀𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖱𝗂𝗇, 𝗂𝗅 𝗇'𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗌 𝗏𝖾́𝖼𝗎 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗋 𝖦𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺̀ 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗂𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖾̀𝗌 𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗎𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍. 𝖢𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗅'𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅, 𝗂𝗅 𝗌'𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝖾̂𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗊𝗎'𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗂𝗌, 𝖽𝖾́𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾̀𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗋𝖾́ 𝗅𝗎𝗂. 𝖠𝗉𝗋𝖾̀𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝖾́𝗋𝗂𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖼 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝖾̀𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖱𝗂𝗇 𝗊𝗎'𝗂𝗅 𝗇'𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝗃𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖾́𝖾, 𝗂𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗎𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗂𝗋 𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝖾́𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗏𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗌𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗀𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾́ 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗀𝖾.

𝖥𝗋𝖾́𝖽𝖾́𝗋𝗂𝖼, 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎-𝗉𝖾̀𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖱𝗂𝗇, 𝖦𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗅'𝖺𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾́𝗋𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝖾 𝗊𝗎'𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗎𝗂 𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾. 𝖢𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝖾̀𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾́ 𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖼 𝗅𝗎𝗂, 𝗃𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾́𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖾̀𝗌 𝖺̀ 𝗅'𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾, 𝖻𝗂𝖾𝗇 𝗊𝗎'𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖾̀𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗈𝗂𝗌𝗂𝖾.

𝖥𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍 [lisxuillee], 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎-𝖿𝗋𝖾̀𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖱𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗋 𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌.

𝖢𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 [Angelle57], 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾-𝗌œ𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝖱𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗋 𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌.

༗ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ
Edden [-griffedelune], à définir.

Azur [Pashminou], à définir.

Edward [Sierra-J], à définir.

Asmar [Hope_Neko], à définir.

Anakin [ivremuse], à définir.

Cerise [Angelle57], à définir.

Faust [lisxuillee], à définir.

༗ ᵐᵘˢⁱᵠᵘᵉ
𝖣'𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖽, 𝖱𝗂𝗇 𝗌'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾́𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝖾̀𝗋𝖾. 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝗂, 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖾̀𝗌 𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌 "𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼". 𝖴𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗎 𝗅𝗎𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗊𝗎'𝖺̀ 𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗓𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗌, 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗑 𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗅 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖽'𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗋𝗋𝖾́𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗇𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾. 𝖤𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝖾̂𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝖺̀ 𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗀𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖼 𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗋, 𝖼𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗅𝗎𝗂 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗎 𝗅𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋.

𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝖼'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗇 𝗏𝖾́𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗓 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾, 𝗎𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖼 𝗅𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝖾́𝖾, 𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗎̂𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖼'𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝖾̀𝗋𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝗂 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗌. 𝖫𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾́𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗅𝖺 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾, 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝖾́𝗅𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾, 𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗆𝖾, 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌. 𝖨𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗎𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖺𝗒𝗈𝗇 𝖺̀ 𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗂𝗅𝗌. 𝖴𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝖾̀𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖾, 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾, 𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾, 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖢𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗇'𝖺 𝗃𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗎̂𝗍 𝖺̀ 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾, 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗈̂𝗍 𝖺̀ 𝖼𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾-𝖼𝗂 𝗅𝗎𝗂 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾̀𝗋𝖾 : 𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝖾̀𝗋𝖾, 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝗋 𝗌'𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝖾́𝗆𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝗁𝖾𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗂 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗋, 𝗌𝗈𝗂𝗍, 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗍.

༗ ʰⁱˢᵗᵒⁱʳᵉ
𝘛𝘳𝘦̀𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭,

𝘊'𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦̀𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫𝘦 𝘵'𝘦́𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘴, 𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦. 𝘔𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘶 𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘦̀𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘶 𝘦𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘪. 𝘌𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘶𝘹 𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘦𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘢̀ 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦. 𝘊'𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘷𝘳𝘢𝘪, 𝘤𝘢 ? 𝘑'𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦̀𝘳𝘦. 𝘔𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘴 𝘢̀ 𝘭'𝘦́𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘦, 𝘫𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱, 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘤 𝘦𝘶𝘹, 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦. 𝘔𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘪 𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘪, 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴 ?

22/06/12, 𝘩𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘴

𝘓𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘫𝘰𝘭𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭,

𝘑𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘶𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘥'𝘩𝘶𝘪 𝘦𝘵 𝘫𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘢̀ 𝘭'𝘦́𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘦. 𝘑𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴, 𝘫'𝘢𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘶𝘳𝘦́ 𝘦𝘵 𝘫'𝘢𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦́ 𝘢̀ 𝘔𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘲𝘶'𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘦́𝘮𝘦́𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴. 𝘔𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦́𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘤'𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢̀ 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘦 𝘗𝘢𝘱𝘢, 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘭. 𝘚𝘢𝘶𝘧 𝘲𝘶'𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘵 𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴. 𝘌𝘴𝘵-𝘤𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘤'𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘦 ? 𝘗𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘫𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦̂𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘵 𝘲𝘶'𝘪𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢̀ 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯.

03/11/12, 𝘩𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘴

𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦́𝘧𝘦̀𝘳𝘦,

𝘔𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘦̀𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘦̀𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘪, 𝘫𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦. 𝘊'𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘦̀𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴. 𝘑𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪 𝘦𝘵 𝘫𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 : 𝘫𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦̂𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘢 𝘮'𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘶𝘺𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘧𝘦̀𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦 "𝘫'𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦 𝘗𝘢𝘱𝘢". 𝘈𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘤̧𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶'𝘪𝘭 𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪 𝘪𝘭 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵 ? 𝘋𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱, 𝘫'𝘢𝘪 𝘥𝘦́𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦́ 𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘗𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘫𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶̂𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘳 𝘲𝘶'𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘦̂𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘶𝘵-𝘦̂𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶'𝘪𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘴, 𝘮𝘦̂𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘫𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶'𝘪𝘭 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘴.

16/07/13, 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘴

𝘓𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦,

𝘛𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘴, 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘫𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘹 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘴. 𝘗𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦́𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦 𝘫𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘪 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦, 𝘫𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦̀𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘵 𝘫𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘪 𝘵𝘳𝘦̀𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦. 𝘑'𝘢𝘪 𝘩𝘢̂𝘵𝘦, 𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴, 𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘦́𝘯𝘰𝘮, 𝘫'𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶̂𝘳𝘦 ! 𝘑𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘥'𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦́ 𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘵 𝘫𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘫𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢 𝘦𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘪. 𝘌𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘶𝘵-𝘦̂𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘗𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢̀ 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪 ?

15/05/14, 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘴

𝘔𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦́𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭,

𝘛𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘦́𝘵𝘦́ 𝘢̀ 𝘮𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘵𝘦́𝘴. 𝘖𝘯 𝘯𝘦 𝘴'𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦́𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦́𝘴. 𝘔𝘦̂𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘤𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫𝘦 𝘯𝘦 𝘵'𝘢𝘪 𝘱𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦́, 𝘵𝘶 𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘢̀, 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪.
𝘌𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘴, 𝘫'𝘢𝘪 𝘦𝘶 𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘥𝘦́𝘮𝘦́𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘪𝘴. 𝘑'𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢̀ 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘵 𝘫'𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘦 𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘪-𝘮𝘦̂𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘹 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘲𝘶'𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘫𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘪𝘴. 𝘈𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘫𝘦 𝘯𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘶𝘹 𝘱𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦́𝘤𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘳 𝘲𝘶'𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘦́𝘫𝘢̀ 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘑𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦́𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦́𝘮𝘦́𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳.

02/12/17, 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘴

𝘋𝘰𝘶𝘹 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭,

𝘓𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘦 ; 𝘫'𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘶, 𝘫𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘹 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘦̀𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦, 𝘫𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦...𝘦𝘵 𝘗𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘶.
𝘑𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪, 𝘫𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘦́𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘪𝘴, 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘲𝘶'𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘶𝘹. 𝘑'𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦̀𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘗𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶 𝘮'𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥.
𝘑𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘲𝘶'𝘢̀ 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘯 𝘭'𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘵 𝘫'𝘢𝘪 𝘩𝘢̂𝘵𝘦 𝘲𝘶'𝘪𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮'𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘳 "𝘚𝘢 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦".

21/10/19, 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘻𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘴

𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭,

𝘊𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫𝘦 𝘮'𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦̂𝘵𝘦 𝘢̀ 𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘦̀𝘴 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘊𝘦 𝘯'𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘪, 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘫𝘦 𝘯'𝘢𝘪 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘻 𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘴 𝘢̀ 𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘳, 𝘢̀ 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘳. 𝘑𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 ? 𝘌𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘪 𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘶 𝘯'𝘦𝘴 𝘲𝘶'𝘶𝘯 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭, 𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘤̧𝘢 𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘢̀ 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘋'𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘦́𝘵𝘦́ 𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘭 𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘈𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘴, 𝘫𝘦 𝘵'𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘦, 𝘦́𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘪 𝘶𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘦̀𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘪𝘴.

𝘗𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪. 𝘌𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯 𝘤'𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘰̂𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘔𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘭 𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘭 𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘴. 𝘑'𝘢𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘵 𝘫𝘦 𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦, 𝘫𝘦 𝘮'𝘦𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘶𝘹 𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘦 𝘯'𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘶 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘤 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘴.
𝘔𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴'𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘷𝘦́𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘲𝘶'𝘶𝘯 𝘥'𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘦, 𝘤𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘦́𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦́𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘴𝘦. 𝘐𝘭 𝘺 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫𝘦 𝘯𝘦 𝘭'𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘢. 𝘓'𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦 𝘲𝘶'𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦́ 𝘢 𝘦́𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘜𝘯 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘤̧𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦. 𝘐𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘦̀𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘦𝘵 𝘫'𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘦 𝘥'𝘦̂𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘤 𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦. 𝘑𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫𝘦 𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢, 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘰̂𝘵 𝘦̂𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮'𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦́𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘶𝘹, 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘦 𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘶𝘹 𝘮'𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦̂𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦́𝘦 𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦́𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘉𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶̂𝘳, 𝘫𝘦 𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯, 𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘦 𝘯'𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦́𝘵𝘦́, 𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘫𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴, 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘤 𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘹 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫'𝘢𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦́𝘴 𝘢̀ 𝘮𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦́𝘦.

07/01/20, 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘻𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘴

𝘑𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭,

"𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴" 𝘦𝘴𝘵-𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘦́𝘯𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 ? 𝘛𝘶 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘲𝘶'𝘪𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘵𝘰𝘪 ?
𝘑𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘴, 𝘫𝘦 𝘵'𝘢𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘭'𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫𝘦 𝘯𝘦 𝘵'𝘦́𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘪 𝘶𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘑'𝘢𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵, 𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴.

𝘛𝘶 𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘹 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘴 ? 𝘊𝘦𝘶𝘹 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫'𝘢𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦́𝘴 𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘶 𝘭𝘺𝘤𝘦́𝘦 ? 𝘑𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶'𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘯𝘦 𝘮'𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘐𝘭𝘴 𝘮'𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘤'𝘦́𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘢̀ 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘦́𝘯𝘰𝘮, 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫'𝘦́𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦. 𝘈𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘪, 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘳𝘦́ 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦, 𝘫𝘦 𝘯'𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴 𝘢̀ 𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘪̂𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘴 ? 𝘗𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘪, 𝘢𝘶 𝘥𝘦́𝘣𝘶𝘵, 𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘦́𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘤 𝘮𝘰𝘪 ? 𝘑𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦́𝘨𝘳𝘦́𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪 𝘦𝘶𝘹, 𝘫𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘦 𝘯'𝘦́𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘲𝘶'𝘶𝘯𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘑𝘦 𝘯'𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴 𝘢̀ 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘶𝘳 𝘢 𝘥𝘦́𝘱𝘭𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘻 𝘮𝘰𝘪, 𝘤𝘦 𝘲𝘶'𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘢 𝘦́𝘵𝘦́ 𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘹 𝘱𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘲𝘶'𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦 ?

𝘖𝘯 𝘦́𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘢̀ 𝘶𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘦̂𝘵𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘪𝘳𝘦́𝘦 "𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦́𝘦" 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘑𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘳. 𝘔𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘦 𝘯'𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴 𝘢̀ 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘫𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘳 ? 𝘐𝘭𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘯'𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘫𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘲𝘶'𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦̂𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘢. 𝘐𝘭𝘴 𝘳𝘦́𝘱𝘦́𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘦́𝘯𝘰𝘮 𝘯𝘦 𝘮'𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴, 𝘫'𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘦́𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘢̀ 𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦̀𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘑'𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦́ 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘦𝘶𝘹 𝘲𝘶𝘪 𝘴'𝘦́𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘴, 𝘫'𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘯'𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘢 𝘦𝘵 𝘫𝘦 𝘭'𝘢𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵. 𝘑𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘶𝘹 𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘤'𝘦́𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘳. 𝘑𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶'𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘮'𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦́𝘦 𝘢̀ 𝘣𝘰𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦́𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱 𝘭𝘰𝘪𝘯. 𝘓𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘫𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦́𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦́𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦̀𝘤𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪 𝘯'𝘦́𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘦, 𝘶𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘶 𝘦𝘵 𝘮'𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦́ 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫'𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘢 𝘦́𝘵𝘩𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦. 𝘑𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦́𝘫𝘢̀ 𝘢̀ 𝘱𝘦𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘦̀𝘴 𝘤𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘤'𝘦́𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘦 𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘤̧𝘢 𝘮'𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘯 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳. 𝘗𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤̧𝘰𝘯.

𝘊'𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘢, 𝘲𝘶'𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘶𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘥'𝘩𝘶𝘪 𝘥𝘦 𝘭'𝘩𝘰̂𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭, 𝘫'𝘢𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘢̀ 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘥𝘦 𝘮'𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘙𝘪𝘯, 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦́𝘯𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘋𝘦 𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘮'𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 ; 𝘫'𝘢𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪 𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫𝘦 𝘯'𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴, 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘦 𝘯'𝘦́𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘢̂𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘳 𝘢̀ 𝘤𝘦𝘶𝘹 𝘲𝘶𝘪 𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘴. 𝘊𝘦 𝘯'𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘦, 𝘮𝘦̂𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘪 𝘫'𝘢𝘪 𝘥𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘢̀ 𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢̀ 𝘱𝘳𝘦́𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦̀𝘮𝘦 𝘤'𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘦́𝘯𝘰𝘮, 𝘫𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘴. 𝘚𝘪 𝘫𝘦 𝘯𝘦 𝘮'𝘦́𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘦́𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢, 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘶̂𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦́ 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘔𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘦 𝘯𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘶𝘹 𝘱𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱 𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘴 𝘢̀ 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴. 𝘑'𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘪 𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘶 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘦𝘶𝘹 𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘙𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘪𝘴-𝘤𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴... 𝘫𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘤'𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘭, 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫𝘦 𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘫'𝘢𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘶𝘳 𝘥'𝘦𝘶𝘹 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵.

30/04/20, 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘻𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘴

"𝓔𝓵𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓿𝓪𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓳𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓼 𝓭 𝓪𝓻𝓫𝓻𝓮 𝓮𝓷 𝓯𝓵𝓮𝓾𝓻, 𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓬 𝓳𝓮 𝓷𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓸𝓲 𝓭𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓮 𝓪𝓾 𝓯𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓾 𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓭."

- 𝐿𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑗𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒́, 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐮