15/11/2025
𝚂𝚊𝚒 𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊, 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚜. 𝙶𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚜, 𝚐𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚜. 𝙰𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚖 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜. 𝙿𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚣𝚞𝚕, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚘 𝚌𝚎́𝚞, 𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊, 𝚘 𝚛𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜. 𝙽𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚞𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚜 (!). 𝙰𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚒 𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚊̃𝚘, 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚎̂-𝚕𝚘, 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚘. 𝚅𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚒, 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚒 𝚘𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊́-𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚖 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛, 𝚘 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚛𝚘. 𝙰𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚒 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚊, 𝚏𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚒 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚝𝚎́ 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘. 𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚖 𝚋𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚖, 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚞𝚖 𝚟𝚘𝚊 (𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘) 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎́ 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚣 𝚍𝚎 𝚍̶̶𝚎̶̶𝚜̶𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚛.
(12/11/2025)