𝒪𝓃 𝓈'𝒶𝒾𝓂ℯ 𝓂𝒶𝓁,𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓈 ℴ𝓃 𝓈'𝒶𝒾𝓂ℯ 𝓆𝓊𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂ℯ̂𝓂ℯ.
𝑱'𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒊𝒔 16 𝒂𝒏𝒔... 𝒔𝒊 𝒋𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒆, 𝒔𝒊 𝒏𝒂𝒊̈𝒗𝒆. 𝑱𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒆́𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒊, 𝒆𝒕 𝒅'𝒖𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑, 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎 𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖. 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒓𝒆, 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆́ 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒄 𝒍𝒖𝒊 𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒍'𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆. 𝑪'𝒆́𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝒑𝒖𝒓, 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒆̂𝒕𝒆... 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒖𝒙 𝒄œ𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒊 𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒗𝒆́𝒔.