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.Cansados de blogs bem comportados feitos por gente simples, amante da natureza e blá,blá,blá, decidimos parir este blog do non sense.Excluíremos sempre a grosseria e a calúnia, o calão a preceito, o picante serão ingredientes da criatividade. O resto... é um regalo
04/10/2025
MARGARIDA DAVIM
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“Eu não me meto
em política”
Cresci a ouvir a minha avó Emília estremecer quando eu subia o tom para
falar de política com o meu avô Alberto. “À mesa, não se fala de
política.” E não foram poucas as vezes em que ouvi alguém dizer, para
estancar uma conversa incómoda ou inconveniente: “A minha política é o
trabalho”
𝖩𝗈𝖺̃𝗈 𝖢𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗂𝖺𝗌, 𝟨𝟫 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗌, 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗏𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝖾́𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗆 𝖢𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺, 𝖺𝗈 𝗉𝖾́ 𝖽𝖾 𝖡𝖾𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾, 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗎 𝗉𝗈̂𝗋-𝗌𝖾 𝗇𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺, 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗎𝗆 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼̧𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝖼𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗆 𝖦𝖺𝗓𝖺. 𝖮 𝗈𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝖾 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼̧𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗎𝗌𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗌, 𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗅 𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗍𝖺-𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺, 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗈𝗎 𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝖺 𝖵𝗈𝗅𝗍𝖺 𝖺 𝖯𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗅, 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗎-𝗌𝖾 𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺 𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗂 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝗂𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗎 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗈, 𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖺. 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗏𝖺 𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈, 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗏𝗂𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈. 𝖠̀ 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝗎𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗍𝗈́𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗈, 𝗆𝖺́𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗈𝖼̧𝗈, 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖺 𝗇𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝖿𝖾́ 𝖺𝗅𝗂 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗈. 𝖩𝗈𝖺̃𝗈 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗎 𝖺 𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾. 𝖥𝗈𝗂 𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝗅𝖾 𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗎-𝗅𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖺́-𝗅𝗈. “𝖤𝗎 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝗅ı́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺”, 𝖿𝗈𝗂 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖽𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗍𝗈́𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗈, 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗓𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗂 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗎 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗋, 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗆 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗈.
“𝖤𝗎 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝗅ı́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺.” 𝖥𝗈𝗂 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗍𝗈́𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗈 – 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗏𝖺 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗁𝖺𝗋 – 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗎 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖩𝗈𝖺̃𝗈 𝖢𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗑𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗎, 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇ı́𝗏𝖾𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖺. 𝖩𝗈𝖺̃𝗈 𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗋-𝗅𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗆, 𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈-𝗅𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗌𝗋𝖺𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗈 𝖧𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝟩 𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖻𝗋𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥. 𝖲𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗈 𝖲𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝖯𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗌, 𝗇𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝗃𝖺́ 𝟤𝟦𝟨 𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺ı́ 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗈𝗌. 𝖬𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖺 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖺 𝖧𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈́𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗅. 𝖤𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗈, 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗆-𝗌𝖾 “𝖾𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝗅ı́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺”. 𝖥𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗅𝖺́ 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈, 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖾 𝗅𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗏𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗌. 𝖮 𝖿𝗈𝗍𝗈́𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝗃𝖺́ 𝗇𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝗈𝗎𝗏𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗈, 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗏𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗉𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖻𝖾́𝗆 𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝗀𝗂𝗋.
𝖢𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗂 𝖺 𝗈𝗎𝗏𝗂𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝖺𝗏𝗈́ 𝖤𝗆ı́𝗅𝗂𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗎 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗂𝖺 𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗅ı́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗎 𝖺𝗏𝗈̂ 𝖠𝗅𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗈. “𝖠̀ 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝖺, 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗅ı́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺.” 𝖤 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗓𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗏𝗂 𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗎𝖾́𝗆 𝖽𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗋, 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗈́𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾: “𝖠 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗅ı́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝖾́ 𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗁𝗈.” 𝖵𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗅ı́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗂𝗑𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾̂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗈 𝖾́ 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗈𝗉𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝖼𝗈́𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖺, 𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾. 𝖤́ 𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗁𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝗌 𝗈𝗆𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗌 𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝖾𝗆 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗌, 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾́ 𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝖾 𝗈𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗅𝖺. 𝖠𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗌, 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗍𝖾̂𝗆 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌, 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗆 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗋, 𝖾𝗇𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗆 𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗂𝗑𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗁𝖺𝗌, 𝗈𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌. 𝖬𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝖾́ 𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖻𝖾́𝗆 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗁𝖺 𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺, 𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗁𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗌, 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗈
𝖢𝗈𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗏𝖾 𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖺́. 𝖬𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗑𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗀𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 “𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝗅ı́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺” 𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖺 𝗎𝗆 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝖽𝗈, 𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾́ 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗓 𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖾𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾? 𝖮 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾́ 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗓 𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖾𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗃𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌ı́𝗏𝖾𝗅 𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗋-𝗌𝖾 𝗎𝗆 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋?
“𝖤𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗋 𝖺 𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂𝖺̃𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗈. 𝖩𝖺́ 𝖺𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗈. 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌”, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺-𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗁𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗀𝖺, 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺́ 𝗇𝗈 𝟫º 𝖺𝗇𝗈 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝗎́𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝖽𝗈 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖫𝗂𝗌𝖻𝗈𝖺, 𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗆 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝖯𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗎𝖾̂𝗌 𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖢𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾, 𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗈 𝗇𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝗎𝗅𝖺 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗏𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗈, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖺𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗈 𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖺 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗈. 𝖰𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗈𝗎𝗏𝗂𝗎 𝗎𝗆 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗓 𝖽𝖺𝗋 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖺, 𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗎́𝖽𝗈, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺-𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗀𝖺, 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖼𝖺𝖽𝗈. “𝖤 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺̃𝗈 𝖺𝗊𝗎𝗂 𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖺̀ 𝖾𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖺 𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾́ 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗈?”, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖼̧𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗋 𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖺, 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗈 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗓 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗆𝖺 𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺-𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝖾́ 𝗁𝖺́ 𝗎𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝖺𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗆 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗁𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝖺̃𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝖼̧𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗏𝖺 𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗈 𝗇𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅. 𝖠 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗀𝖺, 𝖻𝗈𝖺 𝖺𝗅𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗆 𝗏𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗆 𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗎-𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗋 “𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗈̃𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌” 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗁𝗈 𝖾́ 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗆 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂𝖺̃𝗈. “𝖲𝖾𝗂 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗁𝖺́ 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗆 𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺́𝗋𝗂𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗈 𝖾𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗆, 𝖾𝗎 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼̧𝗈”, 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗅𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗓𝖺.
𝖠 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗀𝖺, 𝖻𝗈𝖺 𝖺𝗅𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗆 𝗏𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗆 𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗎-𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗋 “𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗈̃𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌” 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗁𝗈 𝖾́ 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗆 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂𝖺̃𝗈. “𝖲𝖾𝗂 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗁𝖺́ 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗆 𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺́𝗋𝗂𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗈 𝖾𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗆, 𝖾𝗎 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼̧𝗈”, 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗅𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗓𝖺
𝖤𝗅𝖺 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺́ 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗅. 𝖤́ 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗎́𝖽𝖺. 𝖬𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺́ 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖺𝖽𝖺. 𝖳𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋-𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝗏𝖺, 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗋-𝗌𝖾, 𝖺 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗁𝖾𝗋-𝗌𝖾. “𝖳𝖺𝗆𝖻𝖾́𝗆 𝖾́ 𝗎𝗆 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖺. 𝖤𝗅𝖺 𝗏𝖺𝗂 𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗎𝗆 𝗆𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗆”, 𝖽𝗂𝗓-𝗆𝖾 𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗂 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗈 𝖾 𝗇𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗋ı́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗈. 𝖳𝖺𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝖾𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗓𝖺̃𝗈. 𝖬𝖺𝗌 𝖾́ 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺́𝗋𝗂𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗌. 𝖳𝖺𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗈, 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝖾𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖻𝖾́𝗆. 𝖬𝖺𝗌 𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾́ 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖺 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝖼̧𝖺𝖽𝖺? 𝖮 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾́ 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗋 𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾́ 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾? 𝖰𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗈?
𝖠𝗌 𝗎́𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝖽𝖾́𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋-𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗅ı́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝖾́ 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗃𝖺, 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖼𝖺 𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗂𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗈, 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗍𝗋𝗈. 𝖰𝗎𝖾 𝗁𝖺́ 𝖼𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗈́ 𝗈𝗌 𝗍𝖾́𝖼𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗌 𝗌𝖺́𝖻𝗂𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗋, 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗁𝖺́ 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗇𝖺 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾̂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺 𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗅ı́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺. 𝖭𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈, 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝖽𝖾́𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝖺. 𝖮 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖺 𝖾́ 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗀𝗈𝗎. 𝖨𝗌𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗀𝖺. 𝖤́ 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌. 𝖤́ 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗋. 𝖤́ 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝖾̂𝗆 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺́𝗋𝗂𝖺. 𝖯𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾́ 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾̂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗓𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈, 𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝖾́ 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗈 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾̂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗆 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗏𝗈 𝗎𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗋-𝗅𝗁𝖾 𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾, 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗓, 𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗎 𝗎𝗆 𝖽𝗂𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗍𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗀𝖺𝗆 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖺́ 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗈. 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺́𝗌, 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗈𝗌 𝗅𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗂 𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗍𝖺𝗋ı́𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗌.
𝖮 𝗌𝖾́𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗈 𝖷𝖷 𝖿𝗈𝗂-𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗀𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈́𝗂𝗌, 𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝗈𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝖾 𝗈 𝗇𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗌𝗆𝗈, 𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗎𝖼̧𝗈̃𝖾𝗌 𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗂𝗑𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗈𝗌. 𝖳𝖺𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗃𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺. 𝖳𝖺𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝖾̂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖾́𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗂𝗑𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗋, 𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌. 𝖯𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗆 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗋, 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝖺𝗍𝖾́ 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗏𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗅𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗏𝖺 𝖺𝗍𝖾́ 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗋. 𝖭𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅, 𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗓𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖺𝖼̧𝗈, 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗓𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖾̂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗍𝖾́ 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗆, 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗏𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝖾𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝖺ı́𝗋𝖺𝗆. 𝖤 𝗈𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾, 𝗌𝗎𝗈𝗋 𝖾 𝗅𝖺́𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝗎𝗆 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗃𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖾 𝗎𝗆 𝗅𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈́𝗂𝗌 𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗆𝖺́𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌. 𝖳𝖺𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝗈 𝗌𝗈́ 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺, 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗆, 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗂𝖾̂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗆, 𝖽𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗆, 𝖽𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗆 “𝗆𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋-𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝗅ı́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺”.
𝖤𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖺̃𝗈 𝖽𝖺 𝖧𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈́𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖺́ 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺, 𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾. 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝖺́ 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝖺 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗂𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾̂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺 𝖾́ 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗈𝗌, 𝖽𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖺 𝗌𝗈́ 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺́ 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝗋𝖾. 𝖬𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗆 𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗂𝖺 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗋𝖺́ 𝗆𝗎𝖽𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗈. 𝖤𝗎 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗈. 𝖤 𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗂 𝗈𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗌 𝖺 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗆.
* Jornalista de assuntos políticos/sociais
IN "VISÃO" -03/10/25 ...
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De Roma a Barcelona e Lisboa:
milhares de pessoas em
manifestações pró-Palestina
FONTE: Euronews-04/10/25
* Os sentimentos das pessoas que se manifestam contra os ASSASSINOS JUDEUS, são absolutamente respeitáveis. Mas para que servem? Que resultados? Verifica-se que os governos dos países onde estes cidadãos reclamam nada fazem, é uma cobardia em cartel onde a NATO se junta.
FONTE: Euronews-03/10/25
putin HUYLO
putin é um canalha .
Trump is also a killer
of innocent people Ukrainians
Agora também um activo russo
.
305-UM POEMA POR SEMANA
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
SER OU NÃO SER
dito por
Catarina Marques
FONTE:
Catarina Marques
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Jane Goodall
Dᴇᴍᴏɴsᴛʀᴏᴜ ᴅᴇ ғᴏʀᴍᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛᴇ
ϙᴜᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴀʟ ᴅᴇ 'ʜᴜᴍᴀɴɪᴅᴀᴅᴇ' ᴇ́ ᴀssᴀssɪɴᴀ
.
Título original: The Heartbreaking Truth About Jane Goodall’s Life and Legacy
FONTE:
The Sahara Dream
.
ᵽɨøɍ 𝚚ᵾɇ ø mɇŧɇ nøɉø
.
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