𝙴𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛í𝚊 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒ñ𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚜,
𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚜é 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚜
𝚗𝚒 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜.
𝚈𝚘 𝚊𝚖𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚣𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚕.
𝚂𝚘𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜,
𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚊,
𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚜.
𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞é 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚜.
𝙽𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜,
𝚗𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝é𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚜,
𝚗𝚒 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒ñ𝚘 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚍í𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎.
𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚘 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊.
𝙴𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚜,
𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚝𝚛á𝚜 𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘.
𝚂𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎,
𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊,
𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚢𝚘 𝚓𝚊𝚖á𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚛é 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘.

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