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𝙴𝚗 𝚕𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚊 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣ó𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊, 𝚞𝚗 𝚗𝚒𝚗̃𝚘 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗, 𝚎𝚕 ú𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟é𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟í𝚊𝚗, 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗á𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗. 𝙲𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚎, 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚍𝚊.

𝙳𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍í𝚊𝚜, 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚟𝚊𝚐ó 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘, 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝á𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊. 𝙻𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌í𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚕 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚓𝚎. 𝙴𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗̃𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚒ó 𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘, 𝚞𝚗 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘.

𝚄𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞é𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊, 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚜ó 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘. 𝚂𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘, 𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚒ó, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚛í𝚊 𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚘. 𝙴𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 á𝚛𝚋𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚍í𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚗í𝚊. 𝙴𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚗̃𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚟𝚘, 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚖á𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚜.

𝚂𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚓ó 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚘, 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚗𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚒ó 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚓𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚊. 𝙲𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚘 𝚎𝚕 á𝚛𝚋𝚘𝚕 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚜, 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚘𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚛𝚒ó. 𝙴𝚕 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒ó 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 é𝚕, 𝚋𝚊𝚗̃𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚣 𝚌á𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊.

𝙼á𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕á 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘, 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚜ó 𝚞𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚜. 𝙴𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗̃𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗, 𝚌𝚞𝚢𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘, 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍. 𝚂𝚞𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒é𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚒ó𝚗 𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍. 𝙻𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜, 𝚘𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒é𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚊, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚐𝚒𝚘.

𝙻𝚘𝚜 𝚍í𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗, 𝚢 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛ó 𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘. 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒ó 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖ó 𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊. 𝙰 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚊, 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛ó 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊, 𝚞𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚟𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌ó𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘.

𝙰 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚗̃𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗, 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒ó 𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚒ó 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚛𝚊í𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊. 𝚂𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘, 𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛, 𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒ó 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚘, 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛í𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚜. 𝙻𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚊.

𝙲𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘, 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚒ó 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚖á𝚜 𝚕𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊. 𝙰𝚕𝚕í, 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛ó 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚣 𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎. 𝙰𝚜í, 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚒ó 𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚍í𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚊, 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚣𝚊 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍, 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚘.

𝙻𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛ó 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎, 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚖á𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚏í𝚌𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍. 𝙴𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚗̃𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚟𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚊, 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛ó 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚜. 𝚂𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊…

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𝙳𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚘𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎, 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑, 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚟𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑, 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙.

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗, 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚍.

𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚃, 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠.

𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝, 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖, 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

𝙱𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚍𝚢𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚢, 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢, 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍.

𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎.

𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝙹𝚞𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝙵𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞…

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[Esp./Eng.] 𝓢𝓸𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮. || 𝓢𝓾𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓿𝓸𝓻.

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Dedicated to all those poets who contribute, day by day, to make our planet a better world.

[Esp./Eng.] 𝓢𝓸𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮. || 𝓢𝓾𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓿𝓸𝓻.

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He let himself be guided to the end of the path, made no resistance, and uttered no complaints. When he finally saw the tree full of fruit…

ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶… CREDITS: Image: I, II, III, IV Title: CoolText 🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆 Dedicated to all those poets who contribute, day by day, to make our planet a better world.

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ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶…

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