20/02/2024
Páginas Negras: Vol I
El Exilio
pag. 29
𝒩𝑜𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝒹𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒶 𝑒𝓃 𝓁𝒶 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝒶 𝒯𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓏𝒶
𝚂𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊
𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚊. 𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚗 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚓𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚘.
𝚂𝚘ñ𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘ñ𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚘
𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊.
𝙿𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚊, 𝚢 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚊, 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊
𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚣𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚗𝚞𝚍𝚘
𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚞 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚘
𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚊.
𝙽𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚣𝚊
𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊, 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚣𝚊
𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚘.
𝚂𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎, 𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎
𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚜, 𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕í 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎
𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚘.