le requiem des blasphèmes

𝑁𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑜 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑙, 𝑡𝑖𝑛̃𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑎, 𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑎ℎ𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑢𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑎.

𝑇𝑖𝑛̃𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑛 𝑓𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑙𝑢𝑦𝑒, 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦 𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑟𝑒̀, 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑎, 𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑎 𝑓𝑒̀𝑛𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑎̀.

𝐵𝑒𝑏𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑎 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎, 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑛𝑖̀𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑎𝑠, 𝑡𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑖 𝑐𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑝𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑠..

𝐿𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑎𝑟 𝑦 𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑖 𝑐𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑝𝑜, 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑖̀𝑛, 𝑟𝑜𝑗𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑑𝑖̀𝑎.

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑗𝑎̀ 𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑗𝑜𝑠, 𝑚𝑖 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑟 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑛𝑖̀𝑎 𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑎. 𝑀𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑒𝑚𝑒.

𝐿𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑜̀ 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑠, 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑎 𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑎 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑜,𝑐𝑢𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑖 𝑐𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑝𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑖̀𝑎, 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑚𝑎̀𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑒̀, 𝑙𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑎̀ 𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑗𝑜𝑠.

𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑎 𝑓𝑢𝑒, 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑎 𝑒𝑠, 𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑏𝑟𝑖̀𝑎 𝑚𝑖 𝑝𝑢𝑑𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑖 𝑐𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑝𝑜 𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒, 𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑖̂𝑜 𝑟𝑜𝑧𝑎 𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑖 𝑐𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑧.

𝑈𝑛𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑜̀𝑛 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑗𝑎𝑚𝑎̀𝑠 𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑎̀, 𝑙𝑖̀𝑛𝑒𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑖̀𝑛, 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑒𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑜 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑛 𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑢̀𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙.

𝐴𝑠𝑖 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑜𝑠, 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑛 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑜, 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑠 𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑠, 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑠𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑢 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑, 𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑜𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑖𝑜̀𝑛, 𝑎ℎ𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑖̀𝑎.

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑜, 𝑑𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑎̀𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑎̀ 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙. 𝐴 𝑙𝑎 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑜̀𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑜𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑎 𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑎.

𝐷𝑢𝑙𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑛𝑖̀𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑎𝑠, 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑧 𝑒𝑠𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑑, 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑙𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑜́𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑟. 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑢𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑟, 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑢𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑛̃𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑜.