8 Partes Continúa 𝒜𝑠𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑠, 𝑒𝑢 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑎, 𝑒𝑢 𝑡𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑣𝑜𝑧 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑟, 𝑒𝑢 𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑒𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑛𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑎̃𝑜, 𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎 𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜̂𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑖𝑥𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑚 𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑟, 𝑡𝑎̃𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑎, 𝑒𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑒. 𝑀𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑎́ 𝑢𝑚 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑠 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟, 𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑜𝑠, 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑠 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑢𝑚 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑜, 𝑛𝑜́𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜, 𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑢 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑟. 𝐸𝑢 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑜 𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑖 𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑜, 𝑒𝑢 𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑜, 𝑒𝑢 𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑢 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑟, 𝑒𝑢 𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑚 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑎, 𝑒𝑢 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑢𝑚 𝑝𝑎́𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑟𝑒. 𝐸𝑢 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑖 𝑣𝑜𝑧 𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑖𝑟𝑎̃𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑟𝑢