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𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚕'𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚊, 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚊 𝚘 𝚍'𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎, 𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚞𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚙𝚘𝚒 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚒𝚘, 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚊 𝚒 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒 𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊. 𝙸𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚍 𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚒 𝚗𝚞𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚒𝚘, 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚘, 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚒ù 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚣𝚒 𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒 𝚘 𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚒 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒, 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚒𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎. 🪶#picciburla #filodeldestino

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𝙴𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚗'𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝à 𝚏𝚛𝚊 𝚒 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒 𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎: 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒; 𝚍𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚌𝚎𝚣𝚣𝚊 𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘; 𝚍𝚒 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚣𝚊 𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚣𝚣𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑é, 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘, 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒 𝚖𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒.

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𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚝𝚒 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚣𝚣𝚊, è 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑é 𝚜𝚎𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘. 𝙾𝚐𝚗𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚣𝚣𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘 è 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚣𝚣𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛à 𝚞𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚘𝚟𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘, 𝚞𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚘𝚟𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚘, 𝚞𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚘𝚟𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚘. 𝙵𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚎. 𝙴 𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚎, 𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊, 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚒ù 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚣𝚣𝚊. 𝚃𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚘 𝚒𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚍𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚍𝚒 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒.

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🍂🎃 𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙾'𝙻𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽 🎃🍂 𝙽𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝙸𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚛𝚘 𝚞𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒ù 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚞𝚜𝚌ì 𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚘. 𝙻𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊, 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚒 𝚒𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗'𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚟𝚞𝚝𝚊, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊 . 𝙼𝚊, 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚏𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚘, 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚊. 𝙿𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚒. 𝙳𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚘 𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗ò 𝚍𝚊 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚒𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚕'𝚊𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊. 𝙼𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚘, 𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟ò 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚕'𝚊𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚘, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑é 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎. 𝙲𝚘𝚜í 𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 �� 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚊𝚟𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚕'𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘, 𝚎 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝚄𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛ò (𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚘) , 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚒 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕'𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘, 𝚌𝚘𝚜ì 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕'𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘, 𝚍𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝙻'𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊, 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝ò 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚒 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚒, 𝚍𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚒 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟ò 𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚊 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕'𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘, 𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚊 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕'𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊. 𝙳𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚏𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙾’𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗 (𝚖𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚋 𝙾’𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗, 𝙵𝚘𝚡 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚜𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎, 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙾’ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚙). 𝚂𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚛à 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚒 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚣𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚊. 𝙻𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚒ò 𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚗 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚒ù 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚘, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒, 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚣𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎, 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚞𝚘𝚟𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚒ù 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒.

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𝙸𝚕 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗 è 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎

𝚅𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚒 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 è 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚊. 𝙽𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚞𝚘 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒 "𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚘". 𝙸𝚕 𝚝𝚞𝚘 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 è 𝚐𝚒à 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚘.

𝙽𝚘𝚗 è 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚒ò 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘 𝚐𝚕𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚒, 𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚌'è 𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚒 𝚙𝚞𝚘𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑é 𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚗𝚘𝚒 è 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚘.

𝙾𝚐𝚗𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚑𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚘, 𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚞𝚘 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗 è 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚘.

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𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚒 𝚙𝚒ù 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑é 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚘... 𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚒ù. 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚝𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚒 𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊. 𝙳𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚘... 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘... 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚒ù 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚊. 𝙼𝚊 𝚝𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑é 𝚜𝚊𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚒 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘, 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚒 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊. 𝙸𝚕 𝚝𝚞𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚘𝚛𝚎 è 𝚋𝚞𝚘𝚗𝚘. 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚊 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑é 𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 è 𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒!

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𝚃𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚘 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚒ù 𝚒𝚗 𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎.

𝚃𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚒 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘, 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚘 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚒 𝚙𝚒ù 𝚍𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘.

𝚃𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚎 "𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘" 𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒 𝚗𝚘𝚗 "𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘"... 𝙴𝚌𝚌𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑é 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚒ù 𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎.

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𝙲'è 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚕'𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑é è 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚣𝚣𝚊, 𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘, 𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘, 𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘, 𝚖𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝à 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚕'𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚘 𝚊𝚟𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚞𝚗 𝚞𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚙𝚒ù 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘. 𝙸𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚗𝚞𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊 è 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚕'𝚊𝚟𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊. 𝙻𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚕'𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚎, 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚒ù 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕'𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚒 𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒 𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚘𝚟𝚘 𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘...

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𝙲𝚒 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘, 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊, 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊, 𝚕'𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚞𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚘, 𝚒𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚞𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚎, 𝚒𝚕 "𝚌𝚒 𝚟𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚊", 𝚒𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚣𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊, 𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚊, 𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚒 𝚜𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚊, 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘, 𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚘, 𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚕'𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚘, 𝚕'𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚒 𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝚍𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚝à, 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚟𝚛à 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚕'𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚟𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚕'𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑é 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊, 𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊, 𝚌𝚒 𝚊𝚟𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚒, 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚒ù 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚒, 𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚜ì 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒.