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Ainda hoje, e por mais vezes que se revejam, são arrepiantes as imagens de Carlos Lopes a entrar no estádio olímpico para os metros finais dos 42,195 quilómetros que fazem da maratona a prova rainha das olimpíadas.

𝐹𝑎𝑧 𝟹𝟽 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝐿𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑢 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑙𝘩𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑜 𝑜𝑙𝑖́𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑃𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑙 (𝑜𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜 𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒̂𝑠 𝐿𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑉𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟-𝑙𝘩𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝘩𝑜 𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑎́-𝑙𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝟷𝟶 𝑚𝑖𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑠 𝑒𝑚 𝑀𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙).

𝐴𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝘩𝑜𝑗𝑒, 𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑣𝑒𝑧𝑒𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑚, 𝑠𝑎̃𝑜 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝐿𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑟 𝑛𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎́𝑑𝑖𝑜 𝑜𝑙𝑖́𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑜𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝟺𝟸,𝟷𝟿𝟻 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑜́𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑧𝑒𝑚 𝑑𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑎 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑎 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛𝘩𝑎 𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑖́𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑠.

𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑒́ 𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑎 𝑀𝑜𝑡𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝐽𝑜𝑔𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑆𝑒𝑢𝑙 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑜 𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑜 𝑛𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑢𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑜 𝑒 𝑜𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑐̧𝑜𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑚 𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑎.

𝑀𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑜́𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑐𝑖́𝑣𝑒𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎 𝑎 𝑁𝑎𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑎

𝑁𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠.

𝐸𝑚 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟺, 𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐̧𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑙𝘩𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑖́𝑎𝑚 𝑒𝑚 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑜 𝑆𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑀𝑎́𝑟𝑖𝑜 𝑀𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑧 𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑎: 𝐹𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑀𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑑𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝟷𝟶 𝑚𝑖𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑠, 𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝐿𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑠, 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑒𝑚 𝑠𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑎́𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑚𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝟸 𝑑𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑙𝘩𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟺, 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝘩𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎̂𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎.

𝑈𝑚 𝑚𝑒̂𝑠 𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠, 𝑀𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑛𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑙𝑖́𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑎 𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝟷𝟶 𝑚𝑖𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑠, 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑢 𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝐴𝑙𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑜 𝐶𝑜𝑣𝑎 𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖́𝑑𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒̂𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜́𝑔𝑖𝑐𝑎 𝑒𝑚 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑐̧𝑜̃𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒, 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑧𝑖𝑢 𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑜 𝑡𝑢́𝑛𝑒𝑙 𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜 (𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑜, 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖́𝑑𝑎) 𝑎̀ 𝑝𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎, 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑜 𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑗𝑎 𝑎𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑜.

𝐴 𝟷𝟸 𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝟷𝟿𝟾𝟺, 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝐿𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑜 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑙𝘩𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑜 𝑜𝑙𝑖́𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑃𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑙.

𝑁𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑎 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝘩𝑎 𝑔𝑎𝑛𝘩𝑜 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠, 𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑐̧𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒, 𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑜, 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑜 – 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜́𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑜 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝐿𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑒, 𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝘩𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜́𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑀𝑎́𝑟𝑖𝑜 𝑆𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠, 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎̃𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑜-𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜, 𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑗𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑆. 𝐵𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜, 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜 𝑎̀ 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑎 𝑛𝑎𝑠 𝑣𝑒́𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑣𝑜𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝐿𝑜𝑠 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠. 𝑁𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑗𝑎́ 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑢𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑠, 𝑎𝑜 𝐸𝑥𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜, 𝐿𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑧 𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑎́𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑆𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠: «‘𝑂𝘩 𝑑𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑜𝑟, 𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑢 𝑔𝑎𝑛𝘩𝑎𝑟 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑙𝘩𝑎, 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑢𝑚 𝑐𝘩𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑛𝘩𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑞𝑢𝑖 𝑛𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙?’. 𝐸𝑙𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑜𝑢-𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑚 𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑢: ‘𝐸𝘩 𝑝𝑎́, 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒̂ 𝑡𝑒𝑚 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑎 𝑑𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑜. 𝑂𝑙𝘩𝑒, 𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑎 𝑙𝑎́ 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑙𝘩𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑒́ 𝑢𝑚 𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑜, 𝑒́ 𝑢𝑚 𝑏𝑜𝑖’. 𝐸 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑖. 𝐶𝑜𝑚 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎 𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑢𝑛𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑠. 𝐹𝑜𝑖 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑖́𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑜».

𝑄𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠, 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑎 𝑀𝑜𝑡𝑎 (𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑎𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑧𝑒 𝑒𝑚 𝐿𝑜𝑠 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠) 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑒𝑚 𝑆𝑒𝑢𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑢𝑚 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑐̧𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑎 𝐹𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜 𝑃𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝐴𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑚𝑜, 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑢𝑚 𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑎 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑖́𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑎 𝑣𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑒 𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑢 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒, 𝐽𝑜𝑠𝑒́ 𝑃𝑒𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑎. 𝐴 𝑎𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑎, 𝑠𝑢𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑎 𝐹𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜, 𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑢 𝑎 𝑎𝑑𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟-𝑠𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝐽𝑜𝑔𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒... 𝑀𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑢. 𝐴 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎, 𝑛𝑎 𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎, 𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑜𝑢 𝑎̀ 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑑𝑎 𝑡𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑎 (𝑒 𝑑𝑎 𝐸𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑎𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜), 𝑅𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑜 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑜, 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑜 𝑏𝑜𝑚 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑜.

𝐶𝑜𝑚 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐̧𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑜 𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑎́𝑟𝑖𝑜, 𝑃𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛𝘩𝑎𝑟 𝑒𝑚 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑒𝑧𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑎 𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑙𝑎.

𝐷𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑜, 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠. 𝑁𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝘩𝑜𝑗𝑒.

𝑂𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑎 𝑆𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐵𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠 – 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑢 𝑑𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑟 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑢́𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 (𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑠 «𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜́𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑠 𝑛𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑐̧𝑎») –, 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑎 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑟, 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑠𝑎̃𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎̃𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑎, 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑠 𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑠, 𝑠𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑐̧𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝐹𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑀𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑒. 𝐸 𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑙𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑠, 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑠𝑜𝑠, 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑧𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎̃𝑜.

𝑂𝑠 𝐽𝑜𝑔𝑜𝑠 𝑂𝑙𝑖́𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑠 𝑠𝑎̃𝑜 𝑢𝑚 𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑎 𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑙, 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑠 (𝑛𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎) 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑠.

𝑁𝑎̃𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑖𝑥𝑎𝑚 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑚 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜 𝑑𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑧, 𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑎̃𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑖́𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑐̧𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑒́𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑙𝑖́𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠.

𝑀𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑎̃𝑜 𝑢𝑚 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑜 𝑎̀ 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜. 𝐷𝑎𝑖́ 𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑎, 𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝐽𝑜𝑔𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑎 𝐴𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒, ‘𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑎́𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑜, 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑜, 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒’.

𝑄𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖́𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜 𝑒 𝑎 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑔𝑒̂𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑎 𝑠𝑎̃𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑖́𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑜̃𝑒𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑡𝑒̂𝑚 𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑜 – 𝑠𝑒𝑗𝑎 𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑜 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑠𝑡𝑎̂𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑚 𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑚 𝑓𝑖́𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎 𝑒 𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑠 𝑎𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑠, 𝑠𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑚 𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖́𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑠, 𝑠𝑖𝑚, 𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑎 𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑚 𝑎𝑡𝑒́ 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑐̧𝑜̃𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑎̃𝑜 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑛𝘩𝑜 𝑚𝑎́𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑜 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑜𝑠 𝑏𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑖́𝑛𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑗𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑖𝑏𝑜𝑙 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑎 𝑜𝑢, 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜, 𝑜𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑎̃𝑠 «𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝐽𝑜𝑔𝑜𝑠» (𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒, 𝘩𝑜𝑗𝑒, 𝑗𝑎́ 𝑠𝑜́ 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑜𝑠 𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑙𝑖́𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑎) – 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎́ 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜 𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝐽𝑜𝑔𝑜𝑠 𝑂𝑙𝑖́𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑠, 𝑛𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙, 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑜.

𝐸́ 𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑜 𝑑𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑧, 𝑚𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑎𝑙𝑒́𝑚 𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠.

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