𝑳𝒂 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒖𝒎𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝒍𝒂 𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒓

𝔸𝕓𝕓𝕪 -

" - ¡ 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚒́𝚊𝚜 ! - "

18 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚣𝚘 𝚍𝚎 1984
8 : 𝙰𝙼
𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚛
𝙽𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚘
𝙽𝚒 𝚕𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗̃𝚊𝚗𝚊
𝙾 𝚢𝚊 𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎 ?
𝚄𝚑𝚖 . .
𝙴𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚓𝚘𝚜 , 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́𝚗 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚜 . . 𝚀𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚒́𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚢 ?

03 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 2020
- 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚘 -
𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗̃𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚒́𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚘
𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚊́ 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚘 ?
𝙷𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚘 36 𝚊𝚗̃𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚒́ 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊
¿𝙲𝚘́𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 ?
𝚂𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚎́𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚣 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒́𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘
𝙴𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚛
𝙰𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚒́ 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘
𝙴𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎́ 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎 ?

𝙱𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚑 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 , 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚢 𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎
𝚈 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚢𝚘
𝚀𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚒́?
𝚂𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚜 . .
𝙴𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚝𝚞𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞́𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛 , 𝚜𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎
𝙼𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚘𝚛𝚎
𝙿𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕-
- " 𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚞 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 "
𝙻𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚑 𝚌𝚞𝚊́𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚑 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚒́ 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚘
36 𝚊𝚗̃𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚎 . .

𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘 , 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘
𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 , 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚑 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘
𝙾 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚘𝚜
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊
𝚈 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞́𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚢
𝚈𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘 , 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞́𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎
𝙽𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝙳𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎́ 𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚕
¿ 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚊́𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚎 ?
𝚂𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘
𝙼𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘́ 𝚜𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚊́𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚢𝚘
𝚃𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚊𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚒́ 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚜 , 𝚗𝚒 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚒
𝚂𝚘𝚢 . . 𝚃𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚢 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘