ᅟ𝓬𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓸 𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓵𝓪.

ᅠ        𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗂𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝖿é, ♡. ᅠ    "𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖺 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂 𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗌 𝗅á𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌 ( . . . ) 𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗅 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗁𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗃𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈──𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈 𝗇𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗂𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝖿é, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺."

𝖺 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾 𝗌ã𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌õ𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖺 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝖺, 𝗌𝖾𝗃𝖺 𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺, 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖾 𝖺𝗍é 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗁𝖺𝖽𝖺 ( . . . ) 𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗆 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗋 𝖺 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍ê𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺, 𝗌𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝖼ê 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺 𝗏𝗈𝖼𝖾‌ 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝖼ê 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝖼ê 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾, 𝗌𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝖼ê 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝖼ê 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪.

"𝖾𝗎 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗎 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋, 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗈 𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 ( . . . ) 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗎 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒?"

ᅠ '𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺──𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺' ᅠ 𝗀𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖺𝗋, 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗋 𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗎 𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗈 𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁'𝖺𝗅𝗆𝖺 𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺ç𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝗍𝗎𝖺 𝖾𝗆 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗇ç𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗏𝖾. 𝗀𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺 𝗍𝗎𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝖼𝖺 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌, 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝖺 𝖽𝖺 𝗍𝗎𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝖺 𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗈𝗋. 𝗀𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗌, 𝗈𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝖿é 𝖾 𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗎 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 é𝗌 𝗍ã𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈. 𝖭𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝗈 é 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗆 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖾, 𝖾𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖺çã𝗈, 𝖾𝗌𝗉í𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾──𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗋 𝖾𝗆 𝗎𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗌𝗈 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗂 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗋. ♡︎

𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂çõ𝖾𝗌. ♡︎ㅤ⸻ nã𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗎𝖻𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗅, 𝗇ã𝗈 𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗋 𝗈 𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖺-𝖼𝗁𝗎𝗏𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖺, 𝗇ã𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗂𝗑𝗈 𝖽𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺, 𝗇ã𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺 7 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗓𝖺𝗋 𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗈𝗌 (𝖼𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗆 𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝗆á𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈, 𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂çã𝗈) 𝖺𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾. ♡︎ㅤ⸻ f𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝗇𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺 𝖽𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗋á 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗀𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺 𝗈𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝗉í𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗌, 𝗉é 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝖾𝗅𝗁𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗆 𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌á𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗌,𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗁𝖺𝗌, 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗌 "𝗉𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌" 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗃𝖺𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗇𝖺 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗓𝖺──𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖻é𝗆 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗈 𝗇ú𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗈 4 𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖻é𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺çõ𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗈 𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗌 (𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺, 𝖺𝗋, 𝖿𝗈𝗀𝗈 𝖾 á𝗀𝗎𝖺)

𝖯𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗈𝗌 𝗆í𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗌, 𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝗁á𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝗌ã𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈: 𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈, 𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗈 𝗉é 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗈, 𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖺 𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖺 𝖾𝗇𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋ê𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗓𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖺 (𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝗃𝖺 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝖾𝗆 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖺)

𝖳𝗎𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝗎𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖺 𝗇ó𝗋𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺,𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗌: 𝖣𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗌, 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗏𝖾, 𝗇𝗈 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺 - 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗌 - 𝗎𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 12 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗌. 𝖫𝗈𝗄𝗂, 𝖾𝗌𝗉í𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝖾 𝖽𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼ó𝗋𝖽𝗂𝖺, 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝖺 𝖾𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗎 𝖡𝖺𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌. 𝖨𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗎𝗂𝗎-𝗌𝖾, 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺‌𝗈, 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂çã𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗋 13 𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗃𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗀𝗋𝖺ç𝖺 𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺 𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝗇ú𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖼𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗌í𝗆𝖻𝗈𝗅𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗓𝖺𝗋. 𝖠 𝗌𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺 é 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗎𝗌𝖺 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋 𝖾 𝖽𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗓𝖺, 𝖥𝗋𝗂𝗀𝖺, 𝖼𝗎𝗃𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗎 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝖾𝗆 à𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗏𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗀𝗋 𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗒, "𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖺-𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖺" 𝖾𝗆 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗏𝗈 𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅ê𝗌. 𝖰𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗈𝗌 𝗇ó𝗋𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗆𝗈, 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗂 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖾𝗆 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗑𝖺 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗇𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗁𝖺. 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖺𝗋, 𝖥𝗋𝗂𝗀𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗋-𝗌𝖾, 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖺𝗌-𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌 11 𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗌, 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗈 𝗉𝗋ó𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗈 𝖲𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗇á𝗌, 𝗇𝗎𝗆 𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝖾 13 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾. 𝖣𝖺 𝖤𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇á𝗏𝗂𝖺, 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂çã𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗎-𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝖺 𝖤𝗎𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖺, 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼‌𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝖻í𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗈 𝖽𝖺 Ú𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺 𝖢𝖾𝗂𝖺, 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖺 13 𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗌 à 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝖺, 𝗇𝖺 𝗏é𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺çã𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖢𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈 - 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗎 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖺-𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖺. 𝖭𝗈 𝖠𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗈 𝖳𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗎𝖽𝖺𝗂𝖼𝗈, 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖺-𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝗃á 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗎𝗆 𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆á𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗌. 𝖤𝗏𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗈𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝖺 𝗆𝖺çã 𝖺 𝖠𝖽ã𝗈 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖺-𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝖾 𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗅ú𝗏𝗂𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖼‌𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺."

ᅠ 𝖲𝖤𝖷𝖳𝖠-𝖥𝖤𝖨𝖱𝖠 13 🖤

𝖥𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝖺í𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗎𝗌, 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺çã𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖺 à 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗑𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋ç𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌. 𝖠𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗆, 𝗆𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗈 𝗏é𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗏𝗂𝗏𝗈𝗌 𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗈𝗌 é 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖺, 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗂çõ𝖾𝗌 𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼á𝗏𝖾𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖺 𝖼𝗂ê𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺çõ𝖾𝗌.

𝖠𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈, 𝖺 "𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖺-𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖺 13" 𝗍𝗋ás 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗈 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍ó𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗈𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇ão 𝖼𝗋ê𝖾𝗆 𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗈𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗋ê𝖾𝗆.

       𝖽𝗈𝖼𝖾 ── 𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆. ❀　 　　 '𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾-𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖾, 𝗇𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝖿é 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗈, 𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖺, 𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗅𝖺, 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖻𝗈𝗌, 𝗍𝗈𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗌, 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗀𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗍á𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗌, 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺, 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗈 𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗁𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗁𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗋.'

𝓲. 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖺çã𝗈 𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾 à 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗓𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗆ã𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗆 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗈 𝗆á𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗓𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗍𝖺, 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗁𝖺𝗋 𝗇𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝖽𝗋𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓶𝓮.

𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖺 𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺çã𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗈 𝖺𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗋 𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋.

𝓲𝓲. 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓻𝓮, 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 "𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾" 𝗌𝖾𝗃𝖺 𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗆 𝗌𝗎𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗈 ( . . . ) 𝗎𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗈 𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖻𝗋𝖺 𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝖽𝖺, 𝗇𝖾𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝗈 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋á 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗌.

𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗉𝗂𝗋 𝖾𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗎 𝗉𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗈, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾, 𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗎𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝗈, 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗋 𝖺 𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽ã𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗂 𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗈 𝗍ã𝗈 𝗌ó𝗅𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝖾 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗈──𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓪.'

               ﹫𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗏𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗈

𝖾𝗎 𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗈 𝖺𝗍𝗋𝖺vé𝗌 𝖽𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗋, 𝗌ó 𝖽𝗂𝗀𝗈 𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗋 𝗃á 𝖽𝗂𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗎 𝖾𝗌𝗍ô𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗈, 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝖾𝗎 𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗎 𝖿𝗂‌𝗀𝖺𝖽𝗈, 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗎 𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖺çã𝗈 𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈ç𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺;𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗓 '𝖾𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾v𝖾l𝖺 𝗈 𝗊𝗎ã𝗈 𝖿𝗋á𝗀𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗎, 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗌𝖺 𝗆𝖾 𝓶𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓾𝓬𝓪𝓻 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌.