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𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚛, 𝚖𝚒𝚛é 𝚑𝚊𝚌í𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚞𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘. 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎, 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌í𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚟𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚓𝚘. 𝚂𝚊𝚕í𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚣 𝚗𝚎ó𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚘. 𝙴𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘 ú𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚍í𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘.
𝙰 𝚕𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎ñ𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖á𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕á 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍, 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚌é 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗; 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚣 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌í𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝í𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘.
𝙻𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚛í𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎, 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏í𝚌𝚒𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛. 𝙰𝚜í 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝟸𝟷𝟸 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜, 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘... 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖í 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚛.
