𝑁𝑜𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟, 𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑎 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑎́𝑠, 𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑠 𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑎 𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑏𝑎, 𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑧𝑎𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑙 𝑣𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎, 𝑑𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒, 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑠 𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑢𝑒𝑛̃𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎𝑢́𝑛 𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑠, ¿𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑜 𝑚𝑎́𝑠? 𝑆𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎́𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑢𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑜́𝑛, 𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑎𝑛 𝑎 𝑙𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑙𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑎 𝑓𝑢𝑒𝑔𝑜; 𝑚𝑎́𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑜, 𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑡𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑑𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑜 𝑚𝑎́𝑠, 𝑚𝑎́𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑎 𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑠, 𝑚𝑎́𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑗𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑙𝑎 ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑎 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑟, 𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑠𝑜, 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙 𝑦 𝑛𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙 𝑡𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜, 𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑎 𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑠, 𝑦 𝑒𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑜? 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑒𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑜? ...
𝐴𝑣𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑜́𝑙𝑜 𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑗𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑟 𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑠. 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑟 𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑎, 𝑦 𝑙𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑒𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎́𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑜 𝑠𝑖 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑜 𝑡𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑜́𝑛, 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑟 𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑖 𝑝𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑜, 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑟 𝑡𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜, 𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑜𝑠, 𝑑𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑟 𝑎 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑙 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎..
