𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝒷ℯℯ𝓃 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈, 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓈ℯ 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒻ℯ𝓌 𝓎ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓈.
𝒾 𝓌𝒶𝓀ℯ 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝒾𝓇ℯ𝒹, 𝓰ℴ𝒾𝓃𝓰 𝓉ℴ 𝒷ℯ𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝒹ℯ 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓀ℯ.
𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓰,
" 𝓂ℴ𝓈𝓉 ℴ𝒻 𝓌𝒽ℴ 𝒾 𝓌𝒶𝓈, 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒹𝒾ℯ𝒹 "
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Poesíaℴ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝒹ℴ𝓈𝒾𝓃𝓰, 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓊𝓰𝒽𝓉 ℴ𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓌𝓇𝒶𝓅𝓅ℯ𝒹 𝒶𝓇ℴ𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℴ𝒶𝓉. 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓂ℯ.
𝓂-𝓂ℯ?
𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝒷ℯℯ𝓃 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈, 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓈ℯ 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒻ℯ𝓌 𝓎ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓈.
𝒾 𝓌𝒶𝓀ℯ 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝒾𝓇ℯ𝒹, 𝓰ℴ𝒾𝓃𝓰 𝓉ℴ 𝒷ℯ𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝒹ℯ 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓀ℯ.
𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓰,
" 𝓂ℴ𝓈𝓉 ℴ𝒻 𝓌𝒽ℴ 𝒾 𝓌𝒶𝓈, 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒹𝒾ℯ𝒹 "
