𝐥𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐝

𝐥𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐝
La 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍, 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚃𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚘

𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕, 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊, 𝚝𝚊𝚗
𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚊

S𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘

𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚛

𝙼𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊́𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚑𝚒?

𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎́ 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝚎𝚌𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚘, 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚞́𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘

𝚂𝚒 𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊, 𝚜𝚒 𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚛

¿𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛?


𝙻𝚊 𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚘… 𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛, 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚘

𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎

𝙴𝚜 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕

𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘 𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕.

𝙴𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚒́𝚊 𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚊

𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗


𝙻𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛

𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚊

𝙻𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚘

𝚕𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚟𝚘… 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛

𝚈 𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚟𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘


𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚒́𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗̃𝚊

𝚈 𝚊𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚒, 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎

𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚊 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚛

𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕, 𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚛

𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊́𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊

𝚄𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎 𝚢 𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚊, 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚑𝚒

𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚎𝚛𝚊

𝚄𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘… 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚏𝚒𝚡𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎

𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘… 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜.