𝑁𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎, 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑎 𝑒𝑚 𝑢𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑛ℎ𝑜. 𝑈𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑛ℎ𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛ℎ𝑜, 𝑢𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑛ℎ𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖́𝑐𝑖𝑜. 𝐴𝑙𝑔𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑚 𝑚𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑐̧𝑎.
𝐴𝑙𝑔𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑧 𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒. 𝑀𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑎, 𝑒𝑢 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑖. 𝐸𝑢 𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑖 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑢 𝑝𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑖𝑜.
𝐸 𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑎, 𝑣𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒.
𝐸 𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒....
𝐸𝑚 1787, 𝑓𝑜𝑖 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜. 𝑈𝑚𝑎 𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜 𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑎, 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑚 𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑠.
𝑃𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑎𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑚 𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑙, 𝑝𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑎𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑚 𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑜𝑠 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖́𝑡𝑜𝑠, 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜̂𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑠, 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑠.
𝑀𝑎𝑠, 𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑐̧𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑚 𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑠, 𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑎𝑚.
𝐸𝑚 1850, 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑐̧𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑚 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑟. 𝑇𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑚 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑎 𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑠, 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑎𝑚 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑖́𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑎 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒.
𝐸𝑚 1860, 𝑓𝑜𝑖 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎 𝑜𝑠 𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑠. 𝑃𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑚 𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛ℎ𝑎, 𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑧𝑒𝑚 𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑑𝑜. 𝐸 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎 𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑖́𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑠.
𝐸𝑚 1880, 𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑐̧𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑚 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑠 𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎, 𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑎𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑎𝑚 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜 𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑎.
𝑆𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑠 𝑠𝑎̃𝑜 𝑜𝑢𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘, 𝑎𝑡𝑒́ 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑚. 𝐷𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑎́ 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑎, 𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑚 𝑝𝑒𝑔𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑎̃𝑜.
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