𝙴𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊, 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚒, 𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚗é𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚘. 𝙻𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕í𝚗 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊, 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚍í𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚊. 𝚂𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊 𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚘. 𝚈 𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕, 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚕 ú𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚖ú𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚍𝚘. 𝙰𝚜í 𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚒, 𝚞