De obicei in perioada aceasta fac un fel de retorspectie, dar acum n-am chef. In 2024 s-au intamplat mai multe lucruri la care nu m-as fi putut gandi in 2023, decat cele la care m-as fi putut gandi. Un an complet impredictibil. Un an nebun de plin, as putea spune. In aprilie a aparut cartea Solstitii, care mi-a adus mare bucurie, am pornit si cursul principal de constelatii, dar in primul si in primul rand, am avut ocazia sa ma bucur des de clipe minunate cu parintii mei in varsta si de sotul meu, care acum a devenit full time transilvanean.Inceputul anului viitor o sa fie mai calm ceea ce priveste programele in limba romana, dar atentie! Se afla si o surpriza printre ele!
Si ca o mica retrospectiva pentru toti ce care mi-au fost alaturi de atat de mult timp, un mic text ce am scris acum vreo zece ani, si care poate o sa fie in cartea mea 𝑳𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒍𝒆. Inca nu stiu. Cartea inca trebuie sa treaca prin mainile a catorva moase.
𝑳𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝒊̂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒕̧𝒊
𝐵𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑖̂𝑛𝑡̧𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑠̧𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒, 𝑠̧𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒 𝑖̂𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖, 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑒-𝑎𝑢 𝑣𝑒𝑔ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑢𝑠̧𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑗𝑢𝑛𝑢𝑙 C𝑟𝑎̆𝑐𝑖𝑢𝑛𝑢𝑙𝑢𝑖 𝑝𝑎̂𝑛𝑎̆ 𝑎𝑧𝑖. 𝐴𝑧𝑖 𝑑𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑡̧𝑎̆ 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑎𝑛𝑎̆ 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑡 𝑙𝑎 𝑦𝑜𝑔𝑎, 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑖, 𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑜𝑠̧𝑖 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑡, 𝑐𝑢𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑢 𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜, 𝑖̂𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖 𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑖, 𝑙𝑎 𝑢𝑠̧𝑎̆. 𝐷𝑎, 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑒 𝑠𝑎̆ 𝑖̂𝑖 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑔, 𝑖̂𝑖 𝑧𝑖𝑐, 𝑠̧𝑖 𝑙𝑎 𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑟𝑎̆𝑑𝑒𝑚 𝑑𝑒 𝑛𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑢 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒. 𝑆̧𝑖 𝑖̂𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑝 𝑐𝑒 𝑛𝑒 𝑖̂𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎̆𝑡̧𝑖𝑠𝑎̆𝑚 𝑟𝑎̆𝑧𝑎̂𝑛𝑑, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢 𝑐𝑢 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡̧𝑖𝑖𝑙𝑒, 𝑠̧𝑡𝑖𝑖, 𝑙𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑖 𝑎𝑠̧𝑎 𝑒, 𝑣𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑒𝑚 𝑣𝑖𝑠̧𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑎 𝑖̂𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖, 𝑠̧𝑖, 𝑖̂𝑛𝑡𝑟-𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑎̆𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑝𝑡̧𝑖, 𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑑𝑜𝑎𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑎̆. 𝑁𝑢 𝑠̧𝑡𝑖𝑢 𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑙𝑒-𝑎 𝑓𝑎̆𝑐𝑢𝑡, 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑎, 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑒 𝑠̧𝑖 𝑒𝑎 𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎̆ 𝑠̧𝑖 𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑧𝑎̆ 𝑐𝑢 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑖că 𝑖-𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑢, 𝑑𝑎𝑟 𝑝𝑒 𝑢𝑟𝑚𝑎̆ 𝑖-𝑎 𝑑𝑎̆𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑡 𝑙𝑢𝑖 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑢𝑠. 𝐸 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑡, 𝑐𝑢𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑠̧𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒, 𝑓𝑖𝑥 𝑠̧𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒, 𝑐𝑎 𝑠̧𝑖 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑒, 𝑐𝑎 𝑠̧𝑖 𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎̆𝑟𝑖 𝑖̂𝑛 𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑎 𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎̆, 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑎𝑧𝑎̆ 𝑝𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑧𝑖𝑐, 𝑝𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑚 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑡̧𝑢𝑟𝑖. 𝐷𝑒𝑠̧𝑖 𝑛𝑢 𝑎𝑚 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑢 𝑍𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑡, 𝑝𝑎̂𝑛𝑎̆ 𝑎𝑗𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑎̆ 𝑑𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑠̧, 𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑚𝑢𝑙 𝑑𝑒 C𝑟𝑎̆𝑐𝑖𝑢𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑎̆. 𝑆𝑎̆ 𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑐 𝑠̧𝑖 𝑖̂𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑖? 𝑚𝑎̆ 𝑖̂𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑏 𝑚𝑎𝑖 𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑝𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑐𝑢 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒. 𝐴𝑑𝑢-𝑖, 𝑧𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑍𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑡, 𝑠𝑎̆ 𝑓𝑖𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑡𝑢𝑙 𝑙𝑎 𝑢𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑐. 𝐴𝑠̧𝑎 𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑖̂𝑖 𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑐 𝑖̂𝑛𝑎̆𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑢 𝑠̧𝑖 𝑖̂i 𝑎𝑠̧𝑒𝑧 𝑖̂𝑛 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑒. 𝐷𝑎𝑟 𝑐𝑒𝑣𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑡𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒 𝑢𝑠̧𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑎̆, 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑎̆ 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑡̧𝑖𝑖 𝑟𝑎̆𝑚𝑎̂𝑛𝑒 𝑖̂𝑛 𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑢𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑢, 𝑐𝑎 𝑢𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑟𝑢, 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠̧𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑖̂𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑢𝑛𝑎̆ 𝑐𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒.
𝑁𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑐 𝑛𝑢 𝑖̂𝑚𝑖 𝑝𝑜𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙, 𝑑𝑒𝑠̧𝑖 𝑔𝑎̂𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒, 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑡𝑎̂𝑡𝑎 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑟, 𝑚𝑎̆ 𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑑𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑎̆𝑠𝑝𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖. 𝐶𝑎̂𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒a 𝑣𝑒𝑑𝑒, 𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑎̆𝑖𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑖 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖 𝑛-𝑎𝑢 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑖 𝑢𝑛 𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡, 𝑖̂𝑖 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑒 𝑎̆𝑖𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑣𝑖𝑛 𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑔𝑎̂𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖 𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑒, 𝑓𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑎 𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑛𝑢 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑙 (𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑎̆, 𝑡𝑎̂𝑛𝑎̆𝑟𝑎̆, 𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑎̆, 𝑐𝑢 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑠, 𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑒, 𝑒𝑡𝑐, 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑐𝑢 𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 – 𝑠𝑎𝑢, 𝑚𝑎𝑖 𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑧𝑖𝑠, 𝑛-𝑎𝑟𝑒), 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑡̧𝑢𝑙 𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑖̂𝑚𝑖 𝑠𝑎𝑟 𝑖̂𝑛 𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑖, 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑎 𝑠𝑎̆ 𝑚𝑖-𝑖 𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑎𝑡𝑎̆, 𝑑𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑧𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑠̧𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑡̧𝑎̆ 𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑔𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑎̆ 𝑠̧𝑖 𝑠̧𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑡̧𝑎̆ 𝑑𝑒 𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡̧𝑎̆ 𝑙𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑝𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑎𝑡𝑎̆ 𝑧𝑖𝑢𝑎 𝑛𝑢 𝑝𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑎̂𝑛𝑐𝑎 𝑠̧𝑖 𝑏𝑒𝑎 𝑐𝑎 𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑎. 𝐷𝑒𝑐𝑖 𝑜 𝑧𝑖 𝑜𝑏𝑖𝑠̧𝑛𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑎̆ 𝑠𝑢𝑏 𝑎𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑢𝑙 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑡̧𝑖𝑖 𝑠̧𝑖 𝑎 𝑔𝑎̂𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑜𝑟. 𝑂 𝑧𝑖 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑎̆ 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑢 𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎̆𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑒, 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑙 𝑑𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑎̆, 𝑛𝑒𝑝𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑡̧𝑎̆, 𝑠𝑡𝑎̆𝑟𝑖 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒. 𝐷𝑎𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑢 𝑙𝑎 𝑝𝑎̂𝑛𝑑𝑎̆, 𝑐𝑎 𝑚𝑎̂𝑡̧𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎̆ 𝑙𝑎 𝑗𝑢𝑐𝑎̆𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑡𝑎̆ 𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟-𝑜 𝑎𝑡̧𝑎̆ 𝑠̧𝑖 𝑐𝑎̆𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑎 𝑏𝑢𝑐𝑎̆𝑡̧𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑜, 𝑠̧𝑖 𝑖̂𝑛 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑎 𝑖̂𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑝𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠̧𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡̧𝑒𝑖 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠̧𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑢𝑛 𝑔𝑎̂𝑛𝑑, 𝑠𝑎𝑟 𝑙𝑎 𝑒𝑙, 𝑖̂𝑙 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑑, 𝑠̧𝑖 𝑛𝑢 𝑖̂𝑖 𝑑𝑎𝑢 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑢𝑙, 𝑝𝑎̂𝑛𝑎̆ 𝑛𝑢 𝑙-𝑎𝑚 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑒. 𝐷𝑎𝑟 𝑐𝑢𝑚 𝑔𝑎̂𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑙 𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑓𝑒𝑙 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑛𝑢 𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑖 𝑝𝑜𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠̧𝑐𝑎, 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑙 𝑑𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑟. 𝐴𝑠̧𝑎 𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑖̂𝑙 𝑙𝑎𝑠, 𝑐𝑎 𝑠̧𝑖 𝑚𝑎̂𝑡̧𝑎 𝑗𝑢𝑐𝑎̆𝑟𝑖𝑎, 𝑠̧𝑖 𝑖̂𝑚𝑖 𝑣𝑎̆𝑑 𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑒.
𝐴𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎 𝑎𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑖, 𝑐𝑎𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑖 𝑖̂𝑛𝑡𝑟-𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠̧𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑎̆, 𝑐𝑎 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑔𝑖𝑖 𝑑𝑒 𝑧𝑎̆𝑝𝑎𝑑𝑎̆, 𝑎𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑎̂𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑎̆𝑗𝑖𝑡𝑎̆, 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑎̆ 𝑎 𝑟𝑎̆𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑒, 𝑐𝑎̂𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑖𝑚 𝑐𝑢 𝑍𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑡, 𝑐𝑢 𝑡𝑜𝑡̧𝑖 𝑜𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑖, 𝑎𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎̆𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑎 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟 𝑐𝑎 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑎 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑖 𝑛𝑜𝑖 𝑑𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑡̧𝑖 𝑝𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑠̧𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑡̧𝑎̆, 𝑎𝑢 𝑐𝑎̆𝑙𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑐𝑢𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠̧𝑡𝑖, 𝑝𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑢𝑛 𝑠𝑎𝑢 𝑙𝑒 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑐 𝑙𝑢𝑖 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑢𝑠, 𝑖̂𝑛𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒, 𝑎𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑢𝑙 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑐 𝑝𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑎̆𝑧𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑠̧𝑖 𝑝𝑒 𝑣𝑎̆𝑧𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑎̆. 𝐴𝑢 𝑖̂𝑛𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑒, 𝑝𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑢 𝑙𝑒 𝑖̂𝑛𝑠̧𝑖𝑟 𝑎𝑖𝑐𝑖, 𝑡𝑜𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑖, 𝑡𝑜𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒 𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑒. 𝑆̧𝑖 𝑎𝑠̧𝑎 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑔 𝑒𝑢 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑡̧𝑖𝑖 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑖̂𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑖 𝑐𝑜𝑝𝑡̧𝑖, 𝑖̂𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑖, 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖̂𝑚𝑖 𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑐 𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑎𝑚 𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑖. 𝐼𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑙𝑎 𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑎 𝑎𝑟 𝑣𝑟𝑒𝑎 𝑠𝑎̆ 𝑖̂𝑚𝑖 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑧𝑒, 𝑐𝑎̆ 𝑛-𝑎𝑚 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒, 𝑐𝑒𝑖 𝑠̧𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒 𝑖̂𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖 𝑑𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑎 𝑑𝑜𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑛 𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖 𝑠̧𝑖 𝑎𝑟 𝑟𝑎̆𝑠𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒, 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒.
La cules de îngeri copți