𝘗𝘰𝘥𝘳á 𝘯𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘭 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦;
𝘗𝘰𝘥𝘳á 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘳;
𝘗𝘰𝘥𝘳á 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘭 𝘦𝘫𝘦 𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢
𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘥é𝘣𝘪𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭.
¡𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘳á! 𝘗𝘰𝘥𝘳á 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦
𝘊𝘶𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘶 𝘧ú𝘯𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱ó𝘯;
𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘫𝘢𝘮á𝘴 𝘦𝘯 𝘮í 𝘱𝘰𝘥𝘳á 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘦
𝘓𝘢 𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘶 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳.
𝘎𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘷𝘰 𝘈𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘧𝘰 𝘉é𝘤𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘳
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Romanceғʀᴀsᴇs ᴘᴀʀᴀ ᴅᴇᴅɪᴄᴀʀ , ᴘᴏᴇᴍᴀs ʏ ᴍᴀ́s ᴄᴏsᴀs ǫᴜᴇ ᴘᴏᴅʀᴀ́s ᴇɴᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀʀ ᴀǫᴜɪ́ ᴇɴ "ᴘᴏᴇᴍᴀs" , ᴀᴘᴇsᴀʀ ᴅᴇ ǫᴜᴇ ʟᴏs ᴘᴏᴇᴍᴀs ɴᴏ sᴏɴ ᴍɪᴏs sɪ ǫᴜɪᴇʀᴇs ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴀʀ ᴜɴᴀ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴇᴄɪᴅᴀ ᴏ ᴀᴅᴀᴘᴛᴀʀ ʟᴀ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀɪᴀ ᴘᴏʀ ғᴀᴠᴏʀ ᴅᴀ ᴄʀᴇ́ᴅɪᴛᴏs ᴀ ʟᴀ ɪᴅᴇᴀ sɪɴ ᴍᴀ́s ᴘʀᴇᴀ́ᴍʙᴜʟᴏs ᴅɪsғʀᴜᴛᴀ ⏤͟͟͞͞★
