02/03/2023

ANA SOFIA CARDOSO

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Pergunto-me muitas vezes se as pessoas que conhecemos na Ucrânia ainda estão vivas, como estarão neste momento e será que vão sobreviver? Até quando?
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𝑺𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒊 𝒒𝒖𝒆, 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒂 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂 𝒏𝒂 𝑼𝒄𝒓𝒂̂𝒏𝒊𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆 𝟑𝟔𝟓 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒔, 𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒓 𝒖𝒎𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒂̃𝒐 𝒑𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒐, 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒓 𝒂 𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒂̃𝒐 𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒛. 𝑵𝒂̃𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒊. 𝑷𝒐𝒓𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒛𝒆̂-𝒍𝒐 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆 𝒖𝒎𝒂 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆́𝒄𝒊𝒆 𝒅𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒆. 𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒓 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒄̧𝒐̃𝒆𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐. 𝑭𝒂𝒄̧𝒐-𝒐 𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒂, 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒊 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒛𝒆̂-𝒍𝒐 𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒏𝒂̃𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒄̧𝒐 𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐́𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐̃𝒆.

𝑯𝒂́ 𝟏𝟐 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂 𝒆́ 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒂́𝒓𝒊𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒔 𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒔, 𝒏𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒔. 𝑺𝒆𝒋𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒎 𝒗𝒆̂ 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒂̃𝒐, 𝒔𝒆𝒋𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒂 𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒂̃𝒐. 𝑬́ 𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒂 𝒅𝒂 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐, 𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒂́𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒆 𝒅𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒆𝒎 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒖́𝒅𝒊𝒐. 𝑯𝒂́ 𝒎𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆, 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆, 𝒅𝒆𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒊 𝒅𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒆 𝒐𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒔 𝒖́𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒔 𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔, 𝒅𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒄̧𝒂̃𝒐, 𝒅𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐. 𝑫𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒐 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒃𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂, 𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒂̃𝒐 𝒂 𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂. 𝑴𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒐́ 𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝒆𝒎 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒂 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒂𝒔𝒂̃𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒐 𝒆́ 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒃𝒊 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒄̧𝒐, 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒐 𝒗𝒆𝒓. 𝑵𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒂, 𝒅𝒆𝒊 𝒑𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒎 𝒂 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒓 𝒂̀𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒄̧𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒔, 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝒐𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒃𝒐́𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒔 𝒖́𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒔 𝟏𝟐 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒊 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒓. 𝑨𝒔 𝒍𝒂́𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒊𝒂𝒎-𝒎𝒆, 𝒔𝒆𝒎 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒓.

𝑻𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒐 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒏𝒂̃𝒐 𝒆́ 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒓 𝒂̀ 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒓, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒓𝒐. 𝑴𝒂𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂́ 𝒏𝒂 𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂 𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒂̃𝒐 𝒔𝒆 𝒗𝒆̂ 𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒔, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆-𝒔𝒆. 𝑬 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒐 𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒐-𝒏𝒐𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒐-𝒏𝒐𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒐 𝒆́ 𝒒𝒖𝒆, 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝒖𝒎𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒎, 𝒏𝒐𝒔 𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒔 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒂, 𝒔𝒆𝒎 𝒏𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒓 𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒂𝒔 𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒐 𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒎 𝒖𝒎𝒂 𝒅𝒖́𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒃𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒂𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒔 𝒗𝒂̃𝒐 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒎, 𝒏𝒐𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐́𝒙𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐́𝒙𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒔. 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒐-𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒛𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒂𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒔 𝒏𝒂 𝑼𝒄𝒓𝒂̂𝒏𝒊𝒂 𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂̃𝒐 𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒔, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒐 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂̃𝒐 𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒂́ 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒗𝒂̃𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓? 𝑨𝒕𝒆́ 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐?

𝑬 𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒋𝒆, 𝒂𝒒𝒖𝒊 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒆́ 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆, 𝒂 𝒏𝒐́𝒔, 𝒋𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒔, 𝒄𝒂𝒃𝒆-𝒏𝒐𝒔 𝒏𝒂̃𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒔. 𝑬𝒔𝒔𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒂́ 𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒂.

𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒎-𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒛𝒆𝒔 𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒆𝒖 𝒆 𝒐 𝑵𝒖𝒏𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂́𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒔, 𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒐𝒔 𝒅𝒂 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒅𝒂 𝑹𝒖́𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒂, 𝒎𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒂 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝑲𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄̧𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒐. 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒃𝒐 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂, 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐 𝒂̀ 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂̂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒂, 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒐 𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒊́𝒄𝒊𝒍 𝒅𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒂 𝑼𝒄𝒓𝒂̂𝒏𝒊𝒂. 𝑴𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒂̃𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒊. 𝑵𝒂𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒂, 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂́𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒔 𝒆𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒎 𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒋𝒂́ 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒉𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒕𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝒆𝒎 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒍𝒂́ 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂́𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒔. 𝑶𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒄̧𝒐𝒔 𝒅𝒂 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒊́𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒐𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂̂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒂. 𝑬𝒖 𝒆 𝒐 𝑵𝒖𝒏𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒋𝒆, 𝒆𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒔, 𝒖𝒎𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒄̧𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒅𝒐, 𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒐 𝒖𝒎𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂 𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒎 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄̧𝒐. 𝑵𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒖, 𝒏𝒆𝒎 𝒂̀ 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒗𝒂 𝒖𝒎𝒂 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂, 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒄̧𝒐𝒖 𝒐 𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒒𝒖𝒆.

𝑻𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒐 𝒂 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒛𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒆𝒖 𝒆 𝒐 𝑵𝒖𝒏𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒔 𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒔 𝒆𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒂, 𝒏𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒔 𝒆𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒎 𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒔 𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒂 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂, 𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒖 𝒂 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂 𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆 𝒐 𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒐 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒛𝒂𝒓.
𝑴𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒏𝒂̃𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒊 𝒐 𝒑𝒊𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐. 𝑶 𝒑𝒊𝒐𝒓 𝒆́ 𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆 𝒖𝒎 𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒏𝒂̃𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒔. 𝑷𝒊𝒐𝒓 𝒆́ 𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒎 𝒂 𝒊𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄̧𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒂𝒔, 𝒔𝒆𝒎 𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒑𝒂, 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒐.
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