09/10/2025
“.. 𝙰 𝚜𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚎́ 𝚞𝚖 𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊 — 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚊. 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚐𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚛, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚘, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚋𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚒 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚊, 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚑𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘, 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊. 𝙽𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎́ 𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎̂𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜; 𝚎́ 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌̧𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜. 𝙴́ 𝚘 𝚎𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚒 𝚋𝚘𝚖, 𝚎́ 𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚞, 𝚎́ 𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘́𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊̃𝚘𝚜 𝚓𝚊́ 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚖. 𝙰 𝚜𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊, 𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 — 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚐𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚊, 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊.
𝙷𝚊́ 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚛. 𝙾𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜, 𝚎́ 𝚜𝚘́ 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊𝚜 𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚡𝚊 𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚊̃𝚘 𝚎𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚣. 𝙼𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚜, 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚎́ 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚞 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊, 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕. 𝙰 𝚜𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚎́ 𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌̧𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚘. 𝙴 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚣, 𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚖, 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚓𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚘, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚊. 𝚃𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚎𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚞, 𝚎𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚘, 𝚎𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌̧𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊.
𝙿𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎́ 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚡𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚜 — 𝚎 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛 𝚎́ 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘: 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚞 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘, 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚞 — 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘, 𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊..”
Por: Amor incondicional
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