- 𝙹á 𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚘? - 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜. 𝚂𝚎𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝ã𝚘 𝚟ê 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚐𝚕ó𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚒𝚘 𝚊𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚟𝚊. - 𝙽ã𝚘, 𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚒 𝚎𝚖 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 - 𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊, 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜. - 𝙱𝚎𝚖, 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘 - 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚡𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚓𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚘.