𝑆𝑒𝑖 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜
𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑒𝑚
𝑉𝑒𝑗𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑚
𝑇𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑒𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑎𝑠
𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑏𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑚
𝑀𝑎𝑠 𝑛ã𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑎
𝑃𝑜𝑟𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑚, 𝑒 𝑒𝑢 𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑏é𝑚
𝑁ã𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑙á𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑠
𝑀𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑚 𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑚 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑠
𝑇𝑒𝑛ℎ𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑜
𝑀𝑒𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒
𝑀𝑒𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑢 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑜
𝑀𝑒𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎çõ𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑠
𝑀𝑒𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑜
𝑀𝑒𝑑𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑧 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑎𝑟 ℎá 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑠
𝐸 𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑜
𝑁ã𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑖𝑥𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑢𝑧
𝑃𝑜𝑟é𝑚 𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑖𝑥𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑙𝑎 𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟
𝑁ã𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑞𝑢ê 𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑜
𝑁ã𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑞𝑢ê 𝑑𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑎
𝑁ã𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑢𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑔𝑜
𝑁ã𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑞𝑢ê 𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑢 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑟
𝑁ã𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝑑𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑎
𝑁ã𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑖, 𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑠 𝑛ã𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑖
𝐴𝑠 𝑣𝑒𝑧𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑔𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑟
𝑁ã𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑓𝑎ç𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑟
𝑁ã𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑟, 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑜
𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑖 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑠 𝑣𝑒𝑧𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑚ó𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑠
𝑃𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑚ó𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑗á𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛ã𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑖𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑟
𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑖 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑧
𝐴𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑚 𝑠𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑟
𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑖 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑚𝑜çõ𝑒𝑠
𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑖 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑛ã𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑟
𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑖 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑟
𝑃𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝑚𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑠 𝑣𝑒𝑧𝑒𝑠 𝑒𝑚 𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑟, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜
𝐽á 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑖 𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑟
𝑀𝑎𝑠 é 𝑑𝑖𝑓í𝑐𝑖𝑙
𝑃𝑜𝑑𝑒 𝑛ã𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑟, 𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑎 é 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑙 𝑠𝑒 𝑗𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑟
𝑆𝑒 𝑗𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎çã𝑜
𝑆𝑒 𝑗𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑚 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑖𝑟 𝑙á
𝑆𝑒𝑖 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑜
𝑀𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑚 𝑓𝑖𝑚
𝐸𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑚, 𝑛𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑙á 𝑣𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑢
𝑀𝑒 𝑗𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑖 𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑜ç𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑎 𝑛ã𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑟
𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑔𝑖𝑟?
𝑁𝑜𝑣𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑜
𝑆𝑒 𝑒𝑢 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑟, 𝑡𝑒𝑛ℎ𝑜 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑧𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑣ã𝑜 𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑖𝑙ℎ𝑎𝑟
𝐸𝑛𝑡ã𝑜 𝑣ã𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑟, 𝑝𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑟 𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑟
𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑛ã𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑟 𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑡ã𝑜?
𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑟𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑖𝑟, 𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑧
𝑃𝑒𝑙𝑜 𝑗𝑒𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝑣𝑎𝑖 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑟
𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎 𝑎 𝑑𝑜𝑟 𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑚
𝑀𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑑𝑜𝑟 𝑒 𝑎 𝑑𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑜
𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑝ô𝑟 𝑢𝑚 𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎 ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑡ó𝑟𝑖𝑎
𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑟
𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑝𝑢𝑑ô𝑟
𝑀𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑗𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑚 𝑐ℎã𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑒𝑢 𝑒𝑢
𝐸 𝑣𝑒𝑗𝑜 𝑜𝑠 𝑜𝑙ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑎 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑧𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑢
𝐸𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑢 𝑒 𝑒𝑢 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠
𝑁ã𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑟 𝑒𝑚 𝑜𝑙ℎ𝑎𝑟, 𝑜𝑢𝑣𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑟
𝑁𝑒𝑚 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑟 𝑛𝑎 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎çã𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑎
𝐴 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎çã𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑧 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑟
𝐴𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑎 𝑣𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑒𝑚 𝑚𝑒𝑢𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑠
𝑄𝑢𝑒, 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑧, 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑠ã𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑧𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑧𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑟
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