𝖮𝖼𝗁𝗈 𝖺ñ𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌.
𝖡𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍ó, 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗎 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗋, 𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖺𝖻𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝖽í𝖺 𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼í𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗈.
𝖲𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗋í𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗎 "𝗆𝖾𝗃𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗀𝖺", 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗆á𝗌 𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗌, 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗎 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖺.
𝖲𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗂á 𝖺 𝖫𝗈𝗌 𝖠𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝖢𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝖺.
𝖲𝗎 𝗉𝖺𝗉á 𝖽𝖾𝖼í𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅á 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗋í𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗈 𝗆á𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝗃𝗈𝗋 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖺.
(𝖡𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝖺𝖼á 𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖺)
𝖲𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗈 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗇𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗂𝗋𝗌𝖾...
𝖣𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗇𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗓ó 𝖺 𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗋, 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂é𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾, 𝖺ú𝗇 𝗊𝗎é, 𝗂𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗈 𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍ó, 𝗌𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍ó 𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝗅á𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖼𝗂𝖺 𝗅𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖺.
𝖳𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗎é𝗌.
𝖡𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝗒𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺, 𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖺 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗃𝖾, 𝗎𝗇 𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗀𝗋𝗈 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗈, 𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝖼𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈, 𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗈 𝗆á𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖺 𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾 1.
𝖫𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖽𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗇 5 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗅 𝗏𝗎𝖾𝗅𝗈, 𝗒 𝗒𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗇í𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝗇𝗎𝖾𝗏𝖺, 𝖺𝗌í 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗒𝖺 𝗇𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗇í𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝖽𝖺, 𝖺𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈 𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝖾 𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗃𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗀𝖺, ___.
𝖫𝗅𝖾𝗀ó 𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝖼ó 𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖾, 𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂ó 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗆á 𝖽𝖾 ___, 𝖲𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗁.
- 𝖧𝗈𝗅𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾, 𝖼ó𝗆𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝗍á𝗌? - 𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖲𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗁 𝗒 𝗅𝖺 𝖺𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗈, 𝖡𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝗒𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗂 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺.
- 𝖧𝗈𝗅𝖺 𝖲𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗁, 𝗆á𝗌 𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗌... 𝖸 𝗍ú? - 𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗃𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗒𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗋 ___.
- 𝖮𝗁, 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗍á 𝖺𝗅𝗅á 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗎𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅...
- 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒, 𝗌𝗂 𝗇𝗈 𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗂𝗋é 𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖺.-
𝖣𝗂𝗃𝗈 𝗎𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗈 "𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖺" 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗎é𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗅𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗃𝗈 𝖲𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗁.
- 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗈. - 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗋𝗂ó, 𝖼ó𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗎 𝗁𝗂𝗃𝖺.
