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𝑬𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒆 𝒖𝒏 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆.
𝑳𝒐𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒖́𝒏𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒓.
𝑳𝒐𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒊́𝒂, 𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒂
𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆́𝒄𝒊𝒎𝒂 𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆.
𝑬𝒍 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒐 𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒐
𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒐 𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒔 𝒐𝒋𝒐𝒔 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒂.
𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒕𝒖́ 𝒔𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒂́𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒐.
𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒖𝒆́𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒍𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒖𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒔.
𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒇𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒂 𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒐. 𝑩𝒖𝒔𝒄𝒂 𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒔.
𝑬𝒍 𝑬𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒍 𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒐 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒓, 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆
𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒂́𝒔 𝒂 𝒂𝒍𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒆 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂.
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