꧁•⊹٭𝙴𝚜𝚊 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍
𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚕í𝚊
𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍
𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎, 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛í𝚊.

𝚈𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊,
𝚢𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎, 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝ó𝚗
𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊
𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒ó𝚗,

𝙽𝚒 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜
𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗
𝚗𝚒 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜
𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚢𝚘𝚜 𝚘 𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗.

𝙽𝚒 𝚊 𝚖í 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝é
𝚝𝚞 𝚕𝚞𝚣 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚍𝚊,
𝚗𝚒 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚜é
𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚊 𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚊.

𝚈𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚘 𝚝𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊ñí𝚊
𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗, 𝚖𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚊𝚍,
𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚞 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚏𝚛í𝚊
𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍.

𝚂é 𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛
𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘
𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊𝚛á 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛
𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘.

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𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘,
𝚏𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚜
𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘...

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𝚜𝚒 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘,
𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚛 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟é𝚜
𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚞𝚋𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘,

𝚈 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚝𝚞 𝚎𝚜𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚊
𝚖𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚗í𝚊
𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊ñ𝚎𝚛𝚊
𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚖í𝚊!

𝙼𝚊𝚜, 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊
𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚖á𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍,
𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜, 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚊,
𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍.٭⊹•꧂