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𝑶́𝒅𝒊𝒐, 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒗𝒂, 𝒏𝒐𝒋𝒐, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒔𝒂, 𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒂, 𝒍𝒂́𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒊́𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒔, 𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒔 𝒅𝒐 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒎 𝒄𝒊𝒎𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒎 𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒖𝒎 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒖 𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐.

- 𝑺𝑶𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑶! 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑨...𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑨 𝑴𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑮𝑨! - 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒊 𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒙𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒐𝒔𝒂.

𝑶 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒑𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒊 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒐 𝒅𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒎𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒎 𝒄𝒐𝒎 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒓 𝑨̂𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒓 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒐 𝒋𝒐𝒈𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒆.

- 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄̧𝒂𝒅𝒐, 𝒏𝒐𝒋𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐, 𝒏𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒓𝒂́ 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒂, 𝒗𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒂 𝒎𝒂̃𝒐- 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆, 𝒆𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒊, 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒉𝒂 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒂 𝒋𝒂́ 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒉𝒂 𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒐 𝒐́𝒅𝒊𝒐 𝒆 𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒗𝒂 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒂.

𝑵𝒂̃𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒊 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒎𝒂 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒖 𝒆𝒎 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒉𝒂 𝒎𝒂̃𝒐, 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒎 𝒖𝒎𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒏𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍.

𝑴𝒆𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒔 𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒂, 𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒊́𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒎 𝒆 𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝒏𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒂̃𝒐 𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒂̃𝒐 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒔.

𝑨̂𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒓𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒎 𝒄𝒐𝒎 𝒔𝒆𝒖 𝒕𝒊́𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒆 𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒙𝒆 𝒂𝒕𝒆́ 𝒎𝒊𝒎, 𝒅𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒂 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒗𝒊 𝒔𝒆𝒖 𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒐, 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒄̧𝒂𝒓 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂̃𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍.

- 𝑴𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒖, 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒖, 𝒂𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒎 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒖 𝒆𝒈𝒐, 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒂́ 𝒔𝒆𝒖 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒐 𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒂?! - 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒊 𝒂𝒐 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒂 𝒎𝒂̃𝒐 𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒓.

- 𝑽𝑨𝑫𝑰𝑨! - 𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄̧𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒅𝒐  𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒐.

- 𝑴𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒐 𝒗𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒔 𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒙𝒐 𝒂𝒒𝒖𝒊 𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒆́ 𝒗𝒐𝒄𝒆̂, 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂́ 𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒐 𝒍𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒊 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒅𝒂- 𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒐 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒊 𝒔𝒖𝒂 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒓𝒂 𝒎𝒂̃𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒊 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆 𝑨̂𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒓.

- 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒉𝒂- 𝒅𝒆𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒂, 𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒕𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒖𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒔𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆.

- 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒃𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒄𝒆̂ 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒂́ 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒂 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒊 𝒄𝒐𝒎 𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒊 𝒑𝒓𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒖 " 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒐́𝒓𝒊𝒐 ", 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒓𝒂- 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒊 𝒆 𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒊 𝒑𝒓𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒔 𝒆𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒐́𝒓𝒊𝒐.

𝑫𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒔 𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒔, 𝒆𝒖 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒊 𝒑𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒎.

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