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𝑇𝑟𝑒̂𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑛𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑎 𝑒𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑖̄𝑎𝑙𝑖̈𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜 𝑐𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑖𝑡𝑜,𝑎𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑚 𝑐ℎ𝑎́ 𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑜 𝑚𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐̧𝑎𝑠 𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑒 𝑒𝑚 𝑠𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑎 𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑖 𝑜𝑙ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑎 𝑗𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑎 𝑎 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑖̄𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒.
- 𝐿𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑠,𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎́ 𝑏𝑒𝑚 . 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑎 𝑎 𝑒𝑙𝑓𝑎 𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑎́𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑚.
- 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑖𝑥𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑒 . 𝑑𝑖𝑔𝑜 𝑒 𝑎 𝑒𝑙𝑓𝑎 𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜.
- 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑗𝑒 𝑒́ 𝑢𝑚 𝑑𝑖𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎 ? . 𝑑𝑖𝑧 𝑎 𝑒𝑙𝑓𝑎 𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜.
- 𝑠𝑒𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 . 𝑑𝑖𝑔𝑜 𝑒 𝑎 𝑒𝑙𝑓𝑎 𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑎.
- 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑜 ? . 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑎 𝑎 𝑒𝑙𝑓𝑎 𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑔𝑜.
- 𝑢𝑚 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑣𝑎𝑖 𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑠 𝑒𝑙𝑓𝑜𝑠,𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑖𝑥𝑎-𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑝𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑠 . 𝑑𝑖𝑔𝑜 𝑒 𝑎 𝑒𝑙𝑓𝑎 𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖.
- 𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑒́𝑚 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑜,𝑣𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒̂ 𝑐𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑜 𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑑𝑜 . 𝑑𝑖𝑧 𝑎 𝑒𝑙𝑓𝑎 𝑒𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎 𝑑𝑎 𝑎𝑙𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑎.
- 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑜,𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑚 𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑝𝑜 𝑚𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑐̧𝑎 . 𝑑𝑖𝑔𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑐̧𝑜 𝑜𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑐̧𝑜𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑜 𝑑𝑎 𝑒𝑙𝑓𝑎.
𝐴𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑢𝑚 𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑣𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑜 𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑚 𝑐𝑒𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑎 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎,𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑢𝑚 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑐𝑜 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎̃𝑜 𝑑𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑠𝑖̄𝑐𝑜 𝑗𝑎́ 𝑡𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑐𝑜𝑠.
- 𝑣𝑜𝑢 𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑎 𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 . 𝑑𝑖𝑧 𝑎 𝑒𝑙𝑓𝑎 𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑡𝑒́ 𝑜 𝑗𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑚.
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