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𝐽𝑎𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑜́𝑛, 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑎, 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑗𝑜́𝑛 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑖́𝑎𝑛 𝑎 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒́𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑎. 𝐴𝑢𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑖́𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑖́𝑑𝑜, 𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑐𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑖́𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒. 𝑆𝑢 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟 𝑣𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑡𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑚𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑎, 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑖́𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑟, 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖́𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒: 𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑝𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑏𝑎́𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑡, 𝑙𝑜 𝑡𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑛 𝑦 𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑛, 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑧𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑛 𝑛𝑢𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑜́𝑚𝑜𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑢 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑜́𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑜.

𝐸𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑖́𝑎, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑜𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑠, ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑖́𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑟 𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑠𝑖 𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑙. 𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑒𝑙 𝑝𝑒𝑠𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑖́𝑎 𝑎𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎 𝑡𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑖́𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝐽𝑒𝑛𝑜 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑜́ 𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑢 𝑝𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎.

𝐽𝑒𝑛𝑜 𝑙𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑖́𝑎 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑜, 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑠. 𝑆𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑜, 𝑎𝑙 𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑢 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑜, 𝑙𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑜́𝑛 𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑠, 𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑖́𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑜 𝑛𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑒𝑛.
“¿𝑃𝑎𝑠𝑎 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑜, 𝑀𝑖𝑛?, 𝑡𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑖́𝑑𝑜” ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑖́𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝐽𝑒𝑛𝑜, 𝑠𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑎, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒, 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑠𝑜 𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝑎 𝑜𝑏𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎. 𝑌 𝐽𝑎𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛, 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑛𝑢𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑎 𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎 𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑜𝑗𝑜𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑗𝑜𝑠, 𝑛𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑖́𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝑚𝑎́𝑠 𝑜𝑝𝑐𝑖𝑜́𝑛 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑧𝑎𝑟 𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑟.

—𝑁𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑦 𝑑𝑒́𝑏𝑖𝑙 𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑔𝑜 𝑢𝑛 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑜. 𝐸𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒... 𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑒́ 𝑐𝑜́𝑚𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑜, 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑜...𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖́𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑖́

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