𝑴𝒆 𝒍𝒐 𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒆
𝒊𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒆̀ 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒅'𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒐,
𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒛𝒂 𝒊𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒆.
𝑵𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊 𝒍𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒛𝒛𝒂.
𝑴𝒂 𝒊𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒐 𝒊𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆,
𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝒎𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐
𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒛𝒂 𝒅𝒊 𝒕𝒆,
𝒄𝒉𝒊 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒐 𝒊𝒐?
"Non lo so".
𝑴𝒆 𝒍𝒐 𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒆
𝒊𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒆̀ 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒅'𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒐,
𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒛𝒂 𝒊𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒆.
𝑵𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒊 𝒍𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒛𝒛𝒂.
𝑴𝒂 𝒊𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒐 𝒊𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆,
𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝒎𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐
𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒛𝒂 𝒅𝒊 𝒕𝒆,
𝒄𝒉𝒊 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒐 𝒊𝒐?
