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𝑃𝑎𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑖́𝑎𝑠 𝑦 𝐴𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑜́𝑛, 𝑦𝑎 𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑠𝑢 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜́𝑛 𝑑𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑜, 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑜 𝑦𝑎 𝑛𝑖 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑎 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑒.

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑝𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑙, 𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑒́𝑛 𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑧𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑝𝑎𝑟 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝐴𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟, 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑐𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑖́𝑎 𝑖𝑟 𝑎 𝑠𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑜́𝑛 𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝐿𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑙𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖́𝑎 𝑦 𝑛𝑜 𝑙𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑖𝑟.

𝑀𝑒𝑗𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑜 𝑙𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑜, 𝑦𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑛 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖́𝑎 𝑙𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑗𝑜𝑟, 𝑦𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎 𝑒́𝑙 𝑛𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑎 𝑙𝑒 𝑎 𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑦𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑠, 𝑜 𝑏𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑖́𝑎𝑛.

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𝐴𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑟 𝑒𝑛 𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑟 𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛̃𝑎𝑏𝑎, 𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑖́𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑜 𝑎 𝐿𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒.

𝑇𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑒́𝑛 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑖 𝑑𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑎 𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑟, 𝑦𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑜́ 𝑦 𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑦𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑖 𝑙𝑜 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑏𝑎, 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑖́𝑎 𝑠𝑖 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑜 𝑠𝑖 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑢𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑢 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒.

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑖́𝑎 𝐴𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑖́𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑟 𝑦 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑟, 𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑑𝑟𝑖́𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖́𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑢́𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑝𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑜́𝑛.

𝑨𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓-. 𝑄𝑢𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎 𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑗𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑎 𝑝-𝑝𝑢𝑡𝑎 𝑎𝑔ℎ, 𝐴ℎℎ, 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒, 𝑦𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠-𝑠𝑖 𝑡𝑒 𝑎ℎ-𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑜, 𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 ℎ-𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑛𝑖𝑓, 𝑎𝑔ℎ.

𝑆𝑢 𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟 𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟, 𝑎 𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑟 𝑠𝑖 𝑙𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑟.