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𝙴𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊, 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘, ¿𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞é 𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊?, 𝙰𝚖𝚊𝚛, 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛... 𝚢 𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛, 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚛, 𝙻𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚜, ¿𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞é 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊, 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊? 𝙳𝚎𝚋𝚘 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎, 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛, 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛, 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜é 𝚚𝚞𝚎, 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎 𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛é, 𝙴𝚕 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜, 𝚞𝚗 𝚎𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛, 𝙰𝚜í 𝚚𝚞𝚎, ¿𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞é 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚊𝚌í𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚏𝚛í𝚘? 𝙻𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊, 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚘í𝚍𝚘𝚜, 𝙰 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎, 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚣 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛, 𝙻𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘, 𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎, 𝚁𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘𝚜, 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚜, 𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚐𝚒𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊. 𝙳𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍í 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚌á𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚒𝚊, 𝙻𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚗, 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚗, 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚛, 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛, 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚣𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊, 𝙳𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚎, 𝚍𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘... 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚌á𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚘, 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛. 𝙴𝚕 𝚟𝚊𝚌í𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊ñ𝚎𝚛𝚘, 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚣𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊, 𝙻𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚊, 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚞𝚓𝚎𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘, 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚖á𝚜, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊, 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚘, 𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘, 𝚜𝚞 𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊. 𝙰𝚜í 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚚𝚞í 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢, 𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝙽𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚒𝚊, 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎, 𝙻𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚊ú𝚗 𝚊𝚜í 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚘, 𝙱𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚣 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚜, 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚛.