𝙽𝚎𝚒 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚒 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚜𝚒 𝚙𝚞𝚘̀ 𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝙶𝚎𝚕𝚘. 𝙳𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚕'𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊́ 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚎, 𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚣𝚣𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚎. 𝙸𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚙𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚖a 𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘, 𝚙𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚎. 𝙽𝚎𝚕𝚕'𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚒 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚒 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚜𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚘, 𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎, 𝚒𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚒𝚕 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝙻𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒, 𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚘, 𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘. 𝚁𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒 𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎: 𝚒𝚘 𝚌'𝚎𝚛𝚘, 𝚒𝚘 𝙴𝚁𝙾 𝚕𝚒̀. ☪︎𝚃𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊̀⍫
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Sɪᴀᴍᴏ ᴀ ʟ'ᴀʟʙᴀ.
ʀᴀffɪᴏʀᴀɴᴏ ɪɴ ᴍᴇ ʀɪᴄᴏʀᴅɪ;
ᴠᴏʀʀᴇɪ ᴘᴏᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴍʙɪᴀʀᴇ ɪʟ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛᴇ, ᴇ ᴄᴀᴘɪʀᴇ ᴄʜᴇ sᴛʀᴀᴅᴀ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴏʀʀᴇʀᴇ. Hᴏ ɪᴍᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴇ fᴇʀᴍᴀʀsɪ ᴀʟʟ'ᴇᴛᴀ̀ ᴘɪᴜ̀ ʙᴇʟʟᴀ ᴅᴇʟʟᴀ ᴠɪᴛᴀ ɴᴏɴ ᴛɪᴇɴᴇ ʀᴀɢɪᴏɴᴇ ᴅɪ ᴇsɪsᴛᴇʀᴇ, ᴍᴇɴᴛʀᴇ ɪᴏ ᴍɪ sᴘᴇɢɴᴇᴠᴏ, ʟᴇɪ (persona) ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴀᴠᴀ ᴀ fᴀʀᴇ ʟᴀ sᴏʟɪᴛᴀ ᴠɪᴛᴀ sᴘᴇʀɪᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴀ. ᴄʜɪssᴀ̀ qᴜᴀʟᴇ ᴇsᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴢᴇ sᴛᴇssᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴛɪᴠᴀɴᴅᴏ ɪɴ sᴇɢʀᴇᴛᴏ. Aɴɴɪ ᴘᴇʀsɪ ᴅɪᴇᴛʀᴏ ᴄʜɪssᴀ̀ ᴄʜɪ! ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀsᴀʀᴇ ʟᴀᴄʀɪᴍᴇ sᴇɴᴢᴀ ᴍᴀɪ ᴇssᴇʀ ᴠɪsᴛᴇ ᴏ ᴀsᴄᴏʟᴛᴀᴛᴇ. Fᴏʀsᴇ ʟ'ᴇʀʀᴏʀᴇ ᴘɪᴜ̀ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴇ ᴇ̀ qᴜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴅɪ ɴᴀsᴄᴏɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʟᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘʀɪᴇ ᴇᴍᴏᴢɪᴏɴɪ, ᴄᴜsᴛᴏᴅᴇɴᴅᴏʟᴇ ɪɴ qᴜᴀʟᴄʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛᴇ sᴇɢʀᴇᴛᴀ ᴅᴇʟ ᴄᴜᴏʀᴇ ᴇ ᴅᴇʟ ᴄᴇʀᴠᴇʟʟᴏ, ᴅᴀ ᴘᴇɴsᴀʀᴇ "ᴍɪ ʜᴀɪ ɢɪᴀ̀ fᴀᴛᴛᴏ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴀʙʙᴀsᴛᴀɴᴢᴀ, ʟᴇ ᴍɪᴇ ᴇᴍᴏᴢɪᴏɴɪ ᴀʟᴍᴇɴᴏ qᴜᴇʟʟᴇ, ɴᴏɴ ʟᴇ ᴀᴠʀᴀɪ ᴍᴀɪ" ᴍᴀ ᴄᴏsᴀ sɪ ᴘᴜᴏ̀ fᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴀᴠᴀɴᴛɪ ᴀ ᴄʜɪ ɴᴏɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʀᴇɴᴅᴇ ɢʟɪ ᴇʀʀᴏʀɪ? Nᴜʟʟᴀ! Bɪsᴏɢɴᴀᴠᴀ ᴘʀᴇɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴜɴᴀ ᴅᴇᴄɪsɪᴏɴᴇ ɢɪᴀ̀ ᴅᴀ sᴜʙɪᴛᴏ. Vɪᴀɢɢɪᴀʀᴇ, ᴄᴀᴍʙɪᴀʀᴇ ᴀʀɪᴀ, ᴇ ᴍᴀɢᴀʀɪ ᴛʀᴏᴠᴀʀᴇ qᴜᴇʟʟᴀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀ ᴄʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴅᴇᴠɪ ɢɪᴀ̀ fᴏssᴇ ᴅᴀᴠᴀɴᴛɪ ᴀ ᴛᴇ. Iɴɴᴀᴍᴏʀᴀʀsɪ ᴅɪ ɴᴜᴏᴠᴏ... sᴇɴᴢᴀ ᴀᴠᴇʀ ᴘᴀᴜʀᴀ ᴅɪ ɴᴏɴ ᴀᴍᴀʀᴇ, ᴀ ᴠᴏʟᴇʀ ʙᴇɴᴇ (ancora). Qᴜᴇʟ ʙᴇɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏ ᴅɪᴇᴛʀᴏ ᴀ sᴘᴇʀᴀɴᴢᴇ ᴇ ᴠᴜᴏᴛɪ. Lᴀ ɢɪᴏᴠᴇɴᴛᴜ̀ ɴᴇssᴜɴᴏ ᴘᴏᴛʀᴀ̀ ᴘɪᴜ̀ ᴘᴏʀᴛᴀʀʟᴀ ɪɴᴅɪᴇᴛʀᴏ. Nᴏɴ ᴛɪᴇɴᴇ sᴇɴsᴏ sᴛᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴᴄᴏʀᴀ ᴀᴅ ᴀsᴘᴇᴛᴛᴀʀᴇ ᴄʜɪ ɴᴏɴ ᴀsᴘᴇᴛᴛᴀ ᴛᴇ. Cʜɪ ɴᴏɴ ᴅᴇsɪᴅᴇʀᴀ ᴛᴇ ɴᴇʟ ᴍᴏᴅᴏ ɪɴ ᴄᴜɪ ᴍᴇʀɪᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛɪ. Tɪᴇɴɪᴛɪ sᴛʀᴇᴛᴛᴏ ᴄʜɪ sᴀ ʟᴇɢɢᴇʀᴛɪ ʟ'ᴀɴɪᴍᴀ, ᴄʜɪ fᴀ ᴅɪ ᴛᴜᴛᴛᴏ ᴘᴜʀ ᴅɪ ᴠᴇᴅᴇʀᴛɪ fɪɴᴀʟᴍᴇɴᴛᴇ sᴏʀʀɪᴅᴇʀᴇ. Pᴇʀᴄʜᴇ́ ᴛᴇ ʟᴏ ᴅᴇᴠɪ, Pᴇʀᴄʜᴇ́ ᴛᴇ ʟᴏ ᴍᴇʀɪᴛɪ. Vᴀɪ, ᴇ ᴘᴏʀᴛᴀ ᴄᴏɴ ᴛᴇ ʟᴀ fᴇʟɪᴄɪᴛᴀ̀ ᴄʜᴇ ᴛɪ TOCCA 🌹
