𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚜

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-𝙴𝚕 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚓𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗̃𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚞 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘, 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒́𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚊, 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎́𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚓𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜, 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘, 𝚞𝚗 𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚘, 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚊.

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚗̃𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚘, 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚛, 𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊....

𝙻𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗̃𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚗̃𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚟𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘, 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚊́𝚛𝚋𝚘𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝟷𝟸 𝚊𝚗̃𝚘𝚜, ¿𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛? .

( 𝙻𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗̃𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎)

𝙻𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚗̃𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚘́ 𝙷𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙱𝙻𝙴, 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒́𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎, 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚘́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒́𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 ¿𝙻𝚒𝚖𝚘́𝚗?, 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚜.

𝙻𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚗̃𝚊 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚘́ 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒́𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚘.... 𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚘́ 𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚊, 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘́𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒́𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗?

𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒́𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚕 𝚢𝚊 𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚛 "𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚊" 𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚘 "𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚊" 𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚒́ 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝟸 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚜......

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