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𝙴𝚜 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚕á𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘. 𝙲𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘.

𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚢 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚍é𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊, 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚟𝚘𝚜, 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛í𝚘𝚍𝚘...

𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚘. 𝙷𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞ñ𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚜. 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚟í𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚓ó𝚗...

𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚘𝚘𝚑 (𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚕), 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝙾𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚒ñ𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚜 (𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚣 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘...

𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚟í𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕 𝚝é 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎...

(¿𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝙻𝚘𝚞𝚒𝚜?) 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚝á𝚗 𝙵𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚚𝚞é 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎...

T𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚊,...