𝑬 𝒕𝒖?
𝑻𝒖 𝒎𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒍'𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒐,
𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒗𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒊
𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒛𝒊𝒐, 𝒎𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒂,
𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒊 𝒇𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝒖𝒏 𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒐,
𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒆 𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊
𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒊 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒐 𝒍'𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒎𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒐,
𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒐 𝒖𝒏 𝒑𝒐'.
𝑬𝒅 𝒊𝒐 𝒂𝒗𝒓𝒆𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒗𝒖𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊, 𝒂𝒗𝒓𝒆𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒗𝒖𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆,
𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒊 𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝒍'𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒊,
𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊̀ 𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒊 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒍'𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆,
𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊̀ 𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒊 𝒛𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒍 𝒎𝒊𝒐 𝒄𝒖𝒐𝒓𝒆
𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒗𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝒅'𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊.
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