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Gabriel Garcià Marquéz.

𝓤𝓷 𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓸 𝓼𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓫𝓫𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓲. 𝓔𝓻𝓸 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓬𝓮. 𝓒𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓸 𝓷𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮, 𝓷𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓮. 𝓖𝓲𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓿𝓸 𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓸, 𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓸 𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓿𝓸. 𝓜𝓲 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓸 𝓵𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓹𝓪, 𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓷 𝓵𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓿𝓸. 𝓟𝓾𝓻 𝓭𝓲 𝓷𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓲 𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓿𝓸, 𝓼𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓿𝓸 𝓸𝓰𝓷𝓲 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓪𝓷𝔃𝓪, 𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓪𝓿𝓸 𝓲𝓸 𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓷 𝓼𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓿𝓸 𝓹𝓲ù 𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓿𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓲. 𝓐𝓫𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓿𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝔃𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓾𝓵𝓵𝓪 𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓲𝓸. 𝓔𝓻𝓸 𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓮𝓼𝓪. 𝓓𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓮. 𝓓𝓪 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓮. 𝓞𝓰𝓰𝓲 è 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓲, 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓲 𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓸. 𝓡𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓲 𝓶𝓲𝓮𝓲 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝔃𝓲, 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲 𝓶𝓲𝓮𝓲 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝔃𝓲, 𝓵𝓪 𝓶𝓲𝓪 𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓷𝔃𝓪, 𝓲𝓵 𝓶𝓲𝓸 𝓫𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓰𝓷𝓸 𝓭𝓲 𝓿𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓮 𝓭𝓲 𝓬𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓾𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓸 𝓵𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝔃𝓮. 𝓘𝓸 𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓵 𝓶𝓲𝓸 𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓸 𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓸, 𝓼𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓸 𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓸 𝓷𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓲𝓸 𝓾𝓷 𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓪 𝓰𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓵 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓸𝓰𝓷𝓲 𝓰𝓲𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓸. 𝓘𝓸 𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓮𝓵𝓵’𝓐𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓵𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓲ù 𝓭𝓲 𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓲. 𝓐𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝓪 𝓷𝓾𝓵𝓵𝓪 𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓮, 𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓵’𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓰𝓪𝓷𝔃𝓪, 𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓵’𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓷𝔃𝓪, 𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓵’𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓽à. 𝓞𝓰𝓰𝓲 è 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓵𝓪 𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓪. 𝓓𝓸𝓹𝓸 𝓲 𝓼𝓸𝓰𝓷𝓲 𝓼𝓯𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲, 𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓲 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝔃𝔃𝓪𝓽𝓮, 𝓵𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓻𝓪 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓮. 𝓢𝓲𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓪 𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓲 𝓭𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓲 𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓰𝓵𝓲 𝓸𝓬𝓬𝓱𝓲 𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓷 𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓻ò 𝓹𝓲ù 𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓻𝓮. È 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓵𝓮. 𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓼𝓮 è 𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓮. 𝓢𝓲𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 è 𝓻𝓪𝓻𝓸 𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓾𝓷’𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓶𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓲 𝓪𝓶𝓲 𝓸𝓵𝓽𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓲 𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲, 𝓭𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓪𝓶𝓸 𝓭𝓲 𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓲 𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓶𝓸 𝓰𝓵𝓲 𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓲 𝓭𝓲 𝓬𝓱𝓲 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓪 𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓲 𝓼𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓬𝓲 𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓵𝓲 𝓮 𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲. 𝓘𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓵’𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓷 𝓼𝓸 𝓶𝓸𝓵𝓽𝓸, 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓼𝓮. 𝓝𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓸 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓰𝓷𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓸. 𝓜𝓪 𝓼𝓸 𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓪 𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓵 𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓸. 𝓔 𝓬𝓸𝓷 𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓽𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓷 𝓼’𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓸, 𝓶𝓪 𝓼𝓲 𝓬𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓸. 𝓘𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓮𝓶𝓮. 𝓠𝓾𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓼𝓲 𝓭𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪 𝓵’𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓪 𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓽𝓪 𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓲 𝓾𝓷’𝓸𝓹𝔃𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓪 𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮.

𝓐𝓵𝓵𝓪 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓸 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓪 𝓭𝓮𝓿𝓸 𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓸, 𝓼𝓸𝓹𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓼𝓮.

𝓐𝓵𝓵𝓪 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓸, 𝓾𝓷 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪: 𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓲 𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓲, 𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓲 𝓭𝓲 𝓽𝓮.

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