𝚅𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚜

𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚘𝚘𝚑 (𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚕), 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝙾𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚒ñ𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚜 (𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚣 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜), 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝙶𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚒 (𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚢𝚊), 𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚘, 𝙿𝚘, 𝚈𝚘𝚐𝚒, 𝙱𝚘𝚘 𝙱𝚘𝚘, 𝙻𝚘𝚝𝚜𝚘… 𝙸𝚋𝚊 𝚊𝚜í, 𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚜𝚘, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚟𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚌𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚌𝚎, 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚞ñ𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚏𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚛. 𝚂í, 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚣𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜. 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚊, 𝚝𝚎𝚗í𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚌𝚑é 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚓𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊ñ𝚎𝚛í𝚊.

𝙽𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝í 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚘, 𝚏𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊. 𝙴𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚣𝚐𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚟𝚊, 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚣𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚜. 𝙼𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚍é 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊, 𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚢 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞í𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚟𝚘. 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚘: 𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗. 𝙴𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊ñ𝚎𝚛í𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚜, 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝á𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘, 𝚑𝚊𝚋í𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 (𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗) 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟í𝚊.

𝙵𝚞𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚛á𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚜, 𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗. ¿𝚀𝚞𝚒é𝚗 𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒 𝚗𝚘? 𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎, 𝚘𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊ñ𝚎𝚛í𝚊𝚜. 𝙽𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊, 𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚊ñ𝚘 𝚘𝚜𝚘, 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚗, 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚞ñ𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊í𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚢𝚘. 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚞á𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚛í𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚛ó𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚛í𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚢 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌é𝚜 𝚊𝚜í, 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚖á𝚜. ¿𝙲ó𝚖𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚢 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛?

𝙳𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛. 𝙴𝚜 𝚕ó𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚓é 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕. 𝙼á𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚌á𝚕𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚘, 𝚏𝚞𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎. 𝚅𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚖á𝚜 𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒é𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒ó 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚛: 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚘 𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚕í𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊 𝙴𝚕 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝙳𝚒 𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚘; 𝚘 𝙹𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎, 𝚎𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝙲𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚊 (𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚊, 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘, 𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝙺-𝙾𝚜𝚘); 𝚘 𝙺𝚗𝚞𝚝, 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚣𝚘𝚘𝚕ó𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚛𝚕í𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚒ó 𝚏𝚞𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚖á𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝 (𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚜, 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘); 𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚁𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝙾𝚛𝚘; 𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚜𝚘 (𝚑𝚊𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚜𝚊) 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚘ñ𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝙿𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚂𝚘𝚕 𝚎𝚗 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚍; 𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜.

𝙰𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚘 𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚍í𝚊𝚜 𝚊ñ𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗í𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚟í𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎. 𝙴𝚜 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝙱𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚝, ¿𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚞á𝚕 𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚘? 𝙷𝚊𝚌é 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊. 𝚈 𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚖á𝚜: 𝚃𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚆𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚊, 𝚎𝚕 𝙾𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝙻𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎. 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚓𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚊, 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊ñ𝚊 𝚢 𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚒ó𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟í𝚊𝚗. ¿𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚌é𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘? 𝙴𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝙼𝚞𝚓𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚘, 𝚟𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗á 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊, 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚢 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢 𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘. 𝚈 𝚢𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚟𝚘𝚢 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒é𝚗 𝙴𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚘 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚛. 𝙰 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚘 𝚚𝚞é 𝚊𝚗𝚍á𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚌á.

𝙾𝚓𝚊𝚕á 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎. 𝚃𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛í𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖á𝚜 𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎. ¿𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛í𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚖á𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚏é 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚎? 𝚃𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘. 𝚂é 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗é𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘. 𝚂𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊ñ𝚎𝚛í𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒ó𝚗. 𝚃𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚣𝚌𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖á𝚜 𝚎𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒é𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚛í𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚒 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛. 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚘.

𝚅𝚘𝚕𝚟é 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜.

𝙽𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝á𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗.

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