𝓕𝓘𝓜 𝓔 𝓡𝓔𝓒𝓞𝓜𝓔𝓒̧𝓞

𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑼 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑨 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑨 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑨𝑹 𝑨𝑮𝑶𝑹𝑨

𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑎. 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑝𝑜́𝑠 𝑎 𝑢́𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑎 𝑏𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑎 𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑑𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑢 𝑝𝑒𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑒 𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑢. 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑖 𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑒 𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒̂

𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑢 𝑚𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑜. 𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒̂ 𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑜 𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐̧𝑎 𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑒́𝑚 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑢𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑜𝑠 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑚 𝑡𝑎̃𝑜 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑚

𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒̂ 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑚. 𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑖 𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝑛𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑝𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑛𝑜́𝑠. 𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑢 𝑛𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑎 𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑟 𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑧𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑢 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑙ℎ𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒̂

𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑢 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑢 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑎. 𝑒 𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒̂ 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑎?

𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑢𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑠. 𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑐̧𝑜̃𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑠. 𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑚 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒̂ 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑎 𝑛𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑝𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎𝑚 𝑡𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑎𝑠 𝑒 𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑎̃𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑒́𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑚 𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑚 𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑚

𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐̧𝑎𝑠. 𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑣𝑒𝑧𝑒𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒̂ 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑜 𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑙𝑔𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎́𝑟𝑖𝑎

𝑒𝑢 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎, 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑟. 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑎 𝑒𝑢 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑚, 𝑒𝑢 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒̂ 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑞𝑢𝑖. 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑧 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒̂ 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑏𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑜. 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑧 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒̂ 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑙ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑜 𝑎𝑓𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑢 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑢 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑎

𝑒 𝑒𝑢 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑜. 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑎́𝑣𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑠. 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑟 𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑜 𝑒𝑔𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖 𝑠𝑢𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑎 𝑒𝑚 𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑢𝑚 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑚 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑚. 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑢 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒̂ 𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑖

𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑖 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑡𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜́𝑠.
𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒, 𝑚𝑒𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑚.

𝑒 𝑒𝑢 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑟 𝑠𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒̂ 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑒́𝑚.