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𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚘 𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚒́𝚊, 𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊, 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚊, 𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚘, 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚊, 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎́ 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚘́.
𝚈 𝚊𝚌𝚊́ 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢, 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚊, 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚊, 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚢𝚘 𝚗𝚘, 𝚢𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚊́, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚘, 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚘.
𝙰 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍.
𝙽𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚣𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜, 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘, 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚒́, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚊́ 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎.
𝙽𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚖𝚊́𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚊, 𝚢𝚊 𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚎́, 𝚕𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜, 𝚕𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊, 𝚕𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚓𝚘, 𝚕𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚘.
𝙰𝚕𝚐𝚞́𝚗 𝚍𝚒́𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊́𝚗 𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚎́ 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚢 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊́ 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚎́ 𝚢𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒́ 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚊, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚊𝚑𝚒́ 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎́, 𝚜𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚎́𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘𝚜. 𝙼𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚖𝚊́𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎, 𝚝𝚞𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗, 𝚢 𝚊𝚞́𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚒́ 𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘. 𝙼𝚎 𝚛𝚒́𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚎. 𝙼𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚞𝚏𝚘́𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊.
𝙷𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚣𝚘, 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎́𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚎, 𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚘, 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚒́𝚘, 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚢 𝚟𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘, 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚘, 𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘, 𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚒́𝚘.
𝚃𝚞 𝚝𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚜, 𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚊𝚜, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊́𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘𝚜, 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚢𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒́𝚊𝚜, 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚖𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚒́. 𝚈 𝚢𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚑𝚞𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚓𝚒𝚓𝚒𝚓𝚒𝚓𝚒𝚓𝚒, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊́𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘. 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊, 𝚜𝚒́, 𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚖𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚘. 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊, 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊. 𝚃𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊. 𝙴𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎. 𝚈 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́ 𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚒́, 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚊 “𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊”, 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊, 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚢 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊.
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