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Cinquemila 𝚔𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚒, 𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚣𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒, 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚒, 𝚜𝚏𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒, 𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒. 𝙸𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚞𝚖𝚎, 𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚘𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒, 𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘. 𝙻𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚎, 𝚒𝚕 𝚋𝚕𝚞 𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘, 𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚘, 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊, 𝚕’𝟾𝟶𝟶, 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊, 𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎... 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎, 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚒, 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚒. 𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒, 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒, 𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚒, 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚒, 𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎, 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚎, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚎, 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎... 𝚊𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒, 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒 𝚊𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒, 𝚒𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎, 𝚒 𝚏𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚒, 𝚕’𝚊𝚌𝚚𝚞𝚊, 𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚘𝚗𝚒, 𝚒𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚊, 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚊, 𝚒𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘... 𝚕’𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚎 𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎, 𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎, 𝚐𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚎, 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚛𝚊, 𝚒 𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒, 𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚘. 𝙸𝚕 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝚒𝚕 𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚘, 𝚒𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎̀ 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎, 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊, 𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚘. 𝙴 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒, 𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎, 𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒, 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊, 𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚒, 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎... 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚘, 𝚒𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚟𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚘... 𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚗𝚞𝚘𝚟𝚘 𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘, 𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊, 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊, 𝚅𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚒𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎... 𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒, 𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎, 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊...
Ora ho 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒, 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒… 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚘̀ 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎... 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚎, 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚘. 𝚃𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚎̀ 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚊, 𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚣𝚣𝚊, 𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊, 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊. L'amore dona energie per vivere tutto, non le annienta per non vivere nulla.
𝙼𝚒 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚘 𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕’𝚊𝚌𝚚𝚞𝚊, 𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚘̀ come, 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚒 𝚎̀ 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒… e avere pace, perché so solo amare.
aprile 2024
Ora ho 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒, 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒… 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚘̀ 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎... 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚎, 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚘. 𝚃𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚎̀ 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚊, 𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚣𝚣𝚊, 𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊, 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊. L'amore dona energie per vivere tutto, non le annienta per non vivere nulla.
𝙼𝚒 𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚘 𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕’𝚊𝚌𝚚𝚞𝚊, 𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚘̀ come, 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚒 𝚎̀ 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒… e avere pace, perché so solo amare.
aprile 2024
