𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚊

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𝙲' 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒ù 𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕'𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚎 𝚙𝚒ù 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎. 𝙶𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚘, 𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚗𝚞𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚎. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑é 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚜ì 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚘, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑é 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚜ì 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒? 𝙽𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕'𝚎𝚝à 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎. 𝙳𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎, 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎. 𝙼𝚊 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚜ì 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒?

𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚒 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒, 𝚒𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚒 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚣𝚣𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚒𝚕 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚘, 𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚙𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊. 𝙸𝚕 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚘, 𝚒 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒 𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚊𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚕𝚒. 𝙴 𝚝𝚞 𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚟𝚒, 𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚟𝚒 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒? 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑é 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚜ì? 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚘 𝚖𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘. 𝙾𝚐𝚗𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚘, 𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒 𝚏𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝚂𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚘 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎? 𝙴 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚒 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝à? 𝙽𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎.

𝙸𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚕'𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚒ù 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚘, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚏𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚘.