LILIANA RODRIGUES BRITO

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Era uma casa muito engraçada,

não tinha tecto não tinha nada

É uma combinação de falta de humanidade e de bom senso: rendas altas, ordenados míseros e pouca empatia pelos mais desfavorecidos.

𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚅𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚞́𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒́𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚖 𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚕. 𝙽𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚒́𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚘, 𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚘 𝙶𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚖 𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎, 𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒́𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊. 𝙾𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊́ 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚖. 𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚎́ 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚒́𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚌̧𝚘̃𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚊́ 𝚊𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚟𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛. 𝙴́ 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘: 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚜, 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚒́𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚊 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚜.

𝙿𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚘 𝚊̀ 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎𝚖 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚋𝚘𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝟺𝟶 𝚟𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚜, 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚊, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊̀𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚕 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒́𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚊. 𝚂𝚊̃𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚖 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜. 𝙼𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚖 𝚞𝚖 𝚎-𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 “𝚗𝚘 𝚊̂𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚘 𝚗º 𝚡, 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊-𝚜𝚎 𝚡 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊". 𝙴 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎̂𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚎̂𝚖 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚊 𝚎𝚖 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝙸𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘

𝚅𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 “𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘, 𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚜, 𝚗𝚞́𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚣𝚎𝚛𝚘”.

𝙴 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚎̂𝚜 𝚎́ 𝚋𝚘𝚋𝚘! 𝙳𝚎𝚒𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚘-𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚌̧𝚘̃𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊. 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚞́𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚜 – 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎̂𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜 – 𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚋𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒́𝚕𝚒𝚊. 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘̃𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚞́𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝟺𝟹𝟸.

𝙴, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎́ 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒́𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚎𝚖 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚋𝚘𝚊 𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘, 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚟𝚊́𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚘́𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊̂𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊, 𝚛𝚎𝚣𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚛 𝚞𝚖 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚒́𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚘̃𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚊́𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜.

𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚖𝚊̃𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘, 𝚍𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚘 𝚖𝚒́𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚜. 𝚂𝚘́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎 (𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎́𝚖) 𝚎́ 𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘. 𝙾𝚜 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚊̃𝚘 𝚖𝚒́𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜, 𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚊̃𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘, 𝚘 𝚘𝚛𝚌̧𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎́ 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎.

𝙵𝚊𝚌̧𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜: 𝚊 𝚖𝚎́𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚒́𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚖 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚞𝚖 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘́𝚛𝚒𝚘, 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚜 𝟾𝟶𝟶 𝚎 𝚘𝚜 𝟿𝟶𝟶 𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚜. 𝙰 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚖 𝚃𝟷 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚋𝚘𝚊 𝚎́ 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟶 𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚎 𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝟼𝟻𝟶 𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚜, 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚖 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘. 𝚂𝚘́ 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚓𝚊́ 𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚎̂ 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚖 𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚎́ 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚒́𝚌𝚒𝚕.

𝚂𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚊́𝚐𝚞𝚊, 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎, 𝚐𝚊́𝚜, 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚞́𝚍𝚎, 𝚘 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎́𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚎 𝟺𝟻𝟶 𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚜 – 𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚒 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚡𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊́𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊. 𝙵𝚊𝚌̧𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜: 𝟼𝟻𝟶 𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚎 𝟺𝟻𝟶 𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚊̃𝚘 𝚞𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝟷𝟷𝟶𝟶 𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚜. 𝚂𝚊̃𝚘 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜.

𝙰𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒́𝚟𝚎𝚕, 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚞 𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛, 𝚘 𝚙𝚊̃𝚘, 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎́ 𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚊-𝚊-𝚍𝚒𝚊. 𝙴 𝚜𝚒𝚖, 𝚜𝚊̃𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚒𝚜. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊 𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎̂𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚊, 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚊 𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚎́ 𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚖 𝚒𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜. 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚒́𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚒́𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎. 𝙽𝚘́𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛.

𝙾𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊́𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚊̃𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚖 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛? 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊́𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚖, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘. 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚍𝚘, 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚌̧𝚘̃𝚎𝚜, 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘? 𝙾𝚜 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚖 – 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚘𝚜 𝟷𝟶𝟶 𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚜

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚑𝚘 𝙴𝚡𝚖𝚘. 𝚂𝚛. 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚏. 𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊 𝚎 𝙴𝚡𝚖𝚘. 𝚂𝚛. 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚘-𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚘́𝚗𝚒𝚘 𝙲𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊? 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊?

* Escritora, autora do livro "GABRIEL 120419"

IN "PÚBLICO" - 04/03/23

NR: Depois do belo texto que escreveu permita-nos uma informação, se precisar de casa basta ir à igreja católica, ainda deve ter casas devolutas confiscadas aos hereges transformados em tochas pela santa inquisição, mas vá, antes que o governo as assalte..