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𝙉𝙤 𝙥𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙧, 𝙙𝙚 𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙫𝙤, 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙖 𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙙𝙖? 𝙉𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙨𝙖? 𝙊 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙯 𝙖𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙤? 𝙉𝙤 𝙡𝙤 𝙨𝙚, 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙣𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙞́𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙚𝙣̃𝙤, 𝙚𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙖𝙧 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙗𝙖 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙞 𝙥𝙖𝙙𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙚 𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙫𝙤 𝙮 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙚𝙡 𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙖

_____ 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚛, 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚘, 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊, 𝚢 𝚜𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊, 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚒́𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛, 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚘́ 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚎́𝚜 𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚓 𝚕𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚘

-𝘶𝘺, 𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘰,
𝑫𝒊𝒋𝒐 𝒚 𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐́ 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦

𝙴𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝟷𝟶:𝟶𝟶 𝚊𝚖

𝚂𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘́ 𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘́ 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚓𝚊 𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣

𝚂𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚘́ 𝚢 𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚘, 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒́𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎́ 𝚢 𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚗

-𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢, 𝘺𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘺
𝑫𝒊𝒋𝒐 𝒚 𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒆

𝙼𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒́𝚊 𝚒𝚋𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚚 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚚 𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚞 𝚑𝚒𝚓𝚊, 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒́𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚒́𝚊 𝚎𝚕

𝙸𝚋𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚢 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚘, 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚢𝚘, 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊, 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘.

𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎

𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚒́𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍

-𝘦𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯̃𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢?
𝑫𝒊𝒋𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒍𝒐́𝒏 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆, 𝒂𝒔𝒊́, 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒂́𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒖 𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒐

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