𝐸𝑛 𝑙𝑎 𝑜𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑, 𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑜𝑠 𝑎 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒́𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑠𝑎 𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑎. 𝑌 𝑐𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑛, 𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑎 𝑙𝑎 𝑙𝑢𝑧 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑠, 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑙 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑟 𝑎 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠.
~𝐿𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑜́𝑛 𝑑𝑒 𝐴𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠🥀
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