𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐯'𝐬
𝚞𝚗'𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚕'𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘
𝑡𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑖 𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑧𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑎
𝑓𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑡𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑖
...𝑡𝑟𝑒...𝑑𝑢𝑒...𝑢𝑛𝑜
«𝑎𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑖»𝑢𝑟𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑡𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑖
𝑐𝑖 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑚𝑜 𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑎
𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑚𝑜 𝑖𝑛 𝑢𝑛 𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒
𝑑𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑜, 𝑐ℎ𝑒
𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒 𝑙'𝑎𝑡𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑝𝑖𝑢
𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑢𝑠𝑎 𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑎
𝑐𝑖 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑜 𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑜
𝑆𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎 𝑢𝑛 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒̀ 𝑑𝑖 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑎
𝑀𝑖 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑜 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝑑𝑖 𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑘
𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎
𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑎 𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖
𝐼𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑖 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑜,𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑧𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑖 𝑖𝑙 𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑖 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑜
𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑖 𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑖
𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑎 𝑠𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑡𝑜 𝑙'𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑜 𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑖 𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑖 𝑎𝑝𝑟𝑜 𝑙𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎 𝑚𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑎 𝑏𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑎 𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑖 𝑢𝑟𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑎 𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎 𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑎..
𝑚𝑖 𝑠𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑢𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑔𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑧𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑜
𝑚𝑖 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑔𝑖𝑢 𝑠𝑢 𝑢𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑜
𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑎 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒
𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑠𝑎
𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑜 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑖 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜
𝑎𝑝𝑟𝑜 𝑢𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑝𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑎
𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑜 𝑎 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑒
𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑖 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖 𝑎𝑣𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑠𝑖
𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑔𝑙𝑖 𝑝𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑜
«𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑎 » 𝑚𝑖 𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑑𝑟𝑒
𝑣𝑒𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑖 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑧𝑖𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑖 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑟𝑒
𝑔𝑙𝑖 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑜
𝑐ℎ𝑖 𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑎̀ 𝑚𝑎𝑖 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖
𝑝𝑜𝑖 𝑣𝑒𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑏𝑢𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑟𝑒
«𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑒» 𝑔𝑙𝑖 𝑢𝑟𝑙𝑜
𝑚𝑖 𝑢𝑟𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑑𝑖 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑜
𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑧𝑖𝑜 𝑎 𝑝𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑒
«𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖 𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑒»𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎
𝑢𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑖𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑜.
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