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𝙴𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚓𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚏í𝚊, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚢, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚜 "𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚌í𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚜" (𝙻𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚗), 𝚢 𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚓𝚊𝚕á 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗, 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚓𝚎𝚜．
𝚂𝚘𝚗 𝚖á𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝟾𝟶𝟶 𝚙á𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝙶𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚊 𝙳𝚒á𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝙰𝟻, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚊 𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚣𝚌𝚊.

𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍é𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘, 𝚎𝚕 𝚝í𝚝𝚞𝚕𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚛𝚊 "𝙷𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚓𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚝ó𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚘 𝚗ó𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚊", 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗í𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝙽Ó𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙴．
𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚣á 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚛 𝚟𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚓𝚎𝚛𝚊, 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚢 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘．
𝚂𝚒 𝚎𝚜𝚝á𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚢 𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚓𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚜, 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚚𝚞í 𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚣á 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚊𝚍𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚛 𝚖á𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍, 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚊́𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚏í𝚌𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚕í𝚗𝚎𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚊 𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚜．
𝙻𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚊 𝙲𝙶𝚐 𝚍𝚎 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊**, 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎ñ𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚛í𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚛𝚒é𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚘．

𝚀𝚞é 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛é𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚘

𝙴𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚙í𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚞 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊, 𝚞𝚗 𝚗ó𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚏í𝚊, 𝚊𝚚𝚞í 𝚑𝚊𝚢 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜, 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚍í𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚋𝚊, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚜．
𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚗𝚒ñ𝚘, 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚎í𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜．

𝙻𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚏í𝚊 𝚢 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚛, 𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖á𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊, 𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗, 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚜, 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚌á𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊, 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚞𝚐í𝚊, 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚊ñ𝚘𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊ñ𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝙲𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚜, 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚖á𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚕ó𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘．

𝙻𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚌á𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚢ó 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝙽𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝, 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚕á𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚘, 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚓𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚢 𝚁𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒ó𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝙹𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎. 𝙴𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒ó 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊ñ𝚊, 𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚜, 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒 𝚎𝚗 𝙵𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚕, 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚓𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚊, 𝚖𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚖á𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎,𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚜 𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚜,𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚓ó 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚖á𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚜．
𝙻𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚎𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕é𝚜 𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚜, 𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚊．

𝙼𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘 𝙰𝙿 𝚢 𝙰𝙵𝙿 𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟í𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝙲𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚜á𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚂𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝙶𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝙼𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜．

𝙴𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓é 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚓𝚎𝚏𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚛ó𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝙸𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕． 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕é𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚕í𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖í𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗, 𝚎𝚗 𝙵𝚞𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝙿𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚊𝚍．
𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚣 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚘 𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜．
𝙴𝚗 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟿 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌é 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊 𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚓𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜:, 𝙴𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚊, 𝙰𝚖é𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚜, 𝙰𝚜𝚒𝚊 𝚢 𝙾𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗í𝚊, Á𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊, 𝚁𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚊, 𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗, 𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚜 𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚊, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝙱𝚘𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊, 𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕．

𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚣𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚢 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕é 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝙼𝚂𝙵 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗． 𝙵𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚍í𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊．𝙻𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚌á𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛é 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝙲𝚛𝚞𝚣 𝚍𝚎 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚎． 𝙼𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚊 𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚊 𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛．
𝙻𝚊 𝚉𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚏í𝚊, 𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚖í𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚛 𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚅𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚂𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝙻ó𝚙𝚎𝚣 𝙸𝚋𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕ó𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘．
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚒ó𝚗 𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞í𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚊 𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚘． 𝙴𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖á𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚝é 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚘, 𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚕é 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝙵𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘．
𝙰𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚟𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝙶 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊, 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚝á𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚜, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚓𝚎 𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚘𝚜, 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚕í𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘．
𝙼𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚒 𝚊 𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚍á 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝙰𝚃𝙿 𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙻𝚕, 𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝙽𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚢 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚎 𝚅𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒ó 𝚖𝚒 𝚟𝚒𝚍a. 𝚅𝚘𝚕é 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝙰𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝙴𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘 Á𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚣 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚟í𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚅𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚣𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚊.
𝙲𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚓𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗é𝚌𝚍𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚍𝚊 𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚢 𝚖á𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘． 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚗𝚒ñ𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛í𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚖ó 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎．

𝙽𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚕í𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚏𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚅𝚒𝚐𝚘, 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚢 𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚒é𝚜𝚎𝚕, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚟𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚎． 𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚒ó 𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚓𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘, 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚘, 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝ó𝚗 𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚘, 𝚊 𝚁ú𝚊 𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚊, 𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚓𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚊．

𝙻𝚊 𝙳𝚒á𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝙶𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊, 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚓ó 𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊í𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚌í𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚣𝚊 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊, 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟ó 𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚋ú𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕é𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚢 𝚖á𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕á 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝙿𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚘, 𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚒ó 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚗ó𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚕． 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝙶𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊, 𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊ñ𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚚𝚞é 𝚎𝚗 𝙴𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚊, 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝙰𝚖é𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚜, 𝙰𝚜𝚒𝚊 𝚢 𝙾𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗í𝚊 𝚢 Á𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊．

𝙳𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚏í𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚅𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝙴𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚊, 𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚌á𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝙸𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚏í𝚊 𝚢 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚞𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕．

𝙻𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚏í𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒é𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚍ó 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊, 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚛í𝚊, 𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕ó𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚜． 𝙷𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕, 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚊, 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒é𝚗 𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚘, 𝚜𝚒𝚗 á𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚛𝚘 𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛é𝚜, 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚜, á𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚐ú𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚜．
𝙼𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝í 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌á𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚕𝚜𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌í𝚊, 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 é𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚗í𝚊 𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚘． 𝙻𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚘, 𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚣𝚊, 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚋ó𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚢𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚋í 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎ñ𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊ñ𝚊 𝚢𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚊． 𝚄𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚓𝚊𝚜．

𝙻𝚊 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝í𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜, 𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊, 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚣𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘, 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟é𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗, 𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚝á 𝚢𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜, 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚒ñ𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒é𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚎ñ𝚘𝚜, 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚢 𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚝á 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊．

𝙴𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚊í𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚒é 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌á𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚜． 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟ó 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌í𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚓ó 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚟í𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚜．𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚖á𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚛á 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚖á𝚜 𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘．

𝙻𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚒 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊, 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜, 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚓𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝á𝚗 𝚊𝚑í, 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚓𝚊𝚜, 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊ñ𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚓𝚎𝚜．

𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚌, 𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚣ó 𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚕𝚘 𝚇𝙸𝚇．

¿𝙴𝚜 𝚖𝚒 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚏í𝚊？ 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛á 𝚖á𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚘．

𝙽𝚘, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚢 𝚐𝚞𝚒ñ𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚢𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒é𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚝ó𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚘𝚜 𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚏í𝚊 𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚓𝚎𝚜．

𝙷𝚞𝚋𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚛á𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒ó 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚐ó 𝚊 𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚛 𝚌á𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚢𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚕í𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊, 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚜í 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞í𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚊 𝚛í𝚘𝚜, 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊, 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚓𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚟í𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘, 𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞í𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚖á𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚏í𝚊．

𝙷𝚘𝚢, 𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚛ó𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊, 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚕é𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚖ó𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛í𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜, 𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚣, 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚕í𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝚕𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜) 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜． ¿𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚊 𝚘 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜？

𝚂𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚛 𝚖á𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚓𝚘𝚜, 𝚌𝚒𝚝é 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝙶𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊, 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚢𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚕í𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚛 𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎． 𝙻𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚜, 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚊ñ𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝙶𝟼．

𝙽𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝙹𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚒, 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚒ó． 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚒, 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚐𝚞é𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝙾𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚕í𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚖á𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝟼𝟶𝟶 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚕 𝚊ñ𝚘 𝚢 𝚜𝚞 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚙𝚊í𝚜: 𝚞𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚕ó𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚛í𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜, 𝚞𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚐é𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊．

𝙴𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚛 𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜, 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜, 𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊ñ𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚊ñ𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚓𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘, 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛, 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛, 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚣𝚊 𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚒 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚓𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊 𝚢 𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚣．

𝙰𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎

𝙴𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒ó𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜．**

𝙴𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝟻𝟶 𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛á 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝟷𝟶𝟶 𝚢 𝚊𝚜í 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛á 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊, 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚛á 𝚜𝚞 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚊 ú𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐ú𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚘, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜í 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚙ú𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜．

𝚈 𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚒, 𝚊 𝙹𝚘𝚗á𝚜 𝚢 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚙𝚘, 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚜．