FELÍCIA CABRITA

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Marcelo Rebelo de Sousa é 

 uma espécie de Branca de Neve 

dos tempos modernos

Tudo tem uma explicação, até nas histórias de encantar. Cada um de nós tem dentro de si um instinto que o impele a lutar pela vida. 

𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙤 𝙍𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤 𝙙𝙚 𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙖 𝙚́ 𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚́𝙘𝙞𝙚 𝙙𝙚 𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙖 𝙙𝙚 𝙉𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤𝙨. 𝙉𝙖̃𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙢 𝙤𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙟𝙤𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙞́𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙖̃𝙤 𝙚́ 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙘̧𝙖̃, 𝙥𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙨 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙨𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙟𝙖 𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙖 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚̂𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙖, 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙡𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙤 𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙢 𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙙𝙖.

𝘼𝙣𝙩𝙤́𝙣𝙞𝙤 𝘾𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙖, 𝙤𝙪 𝙤 𝙀𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧 𝙙𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙨, 𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙪-𝙡𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙚̂𝙨 𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙩𝙖̃𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙘̧𝙖 𝙙𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙖𝙩𝙚́ 𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙖 𝙚𝙢 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙧. 𝙈𝙖𝙨 𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙟𝙖-𝙢𝙖̃𝙤, 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙨 𝙙𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚, 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙤𝙘𝙤𝙪-𝙡𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙢 𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙚𝙘𝙯𝙚𝙢𝙖, 𝙤 𝙤𝙡𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙛𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙪, 𝙖 𝙞́𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙪, 𝙣𝙪𝙢 𝙨𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙤, 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙯𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙨 𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙩𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙖 𝙤́𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙖, 𝙚 𝙤 𝙤𝙡𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙟𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙘̧𝙤𝙣𝙝𝙖.

𝙉𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚, 𝙤 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚, 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙤 𝙚́ 𝙨𝙚𝙪 𝙝𝙖́𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙤, 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙪 𝙖𝙤𝙨 𝙟𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙥𝙤̂𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙤 𝙖𝙤𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙤𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙤𝙨𝙤𝙨 𝙙𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙤-𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤. 𝙀𝙧𝙖 𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙖-𝙛𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙖, 𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙙𝙚-𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙧 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙖𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙯𝙚 𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙗𝙧𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙞 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙢𝙤 𝙖𝙯𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙤 𝙂𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤 𝙋𝙎, 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞́𝙘𝙞𝙖 𝙙𝙤 𝙊𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧 𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙫𝙚𝙯 𝙣𝙖 𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙤́𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙚 𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙞́𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙞𝙘̧𝙤̃𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙤 𝙤 𝙤𝙧𝙘̧𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙀𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙙𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟮 𝙛𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙤 𝙚𝙣𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖 𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙘̧𝙖̃𝙤 𝙙𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙧 𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙞́𝙨 𝙚𝙢 𝙙𝙪𝙤𝙙𝙚́𝙘𝙞𝙢𝙤𝙨. 𝙏𝙖𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙯 𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙡𝙖́ 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙚, 𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙣𝙖̃𝙤 𝙚́ 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙭𝙤. 𝙌𝙪𝙚𝙢 𝙡𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙖 𝙖𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙙𝙤 𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖 “𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙘̧𝙖̃𝙤” 𝙖 𝙣𝙖̃𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤́𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙤-𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤?

𝙏𝙪𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙢 𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙘̧𝙖̃𝙤, 𝙖𝙩𝙚́ 𝙣𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤́𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙧. 𝘾𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙪𝙢 𝙙𝙚 𝙣𝙤́𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙢 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤 𝙙𝙚 𝙨𝙞 𝙪𝙢 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙤 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙖. 𝙇𝙤𝙜𝙤 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙧 𝙖̀𝙨 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙖́𝙧𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙨, 𝘼𝙣𝙩𝙤́𝙣𝙞𝙤 𝘾𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙪 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙣𝙖̃𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙢 𝙤 𝙋𝘾𝙋 𝙦𝙪𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙨 𝙙𝙚 “𝙢𝙚́𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙖̀ 𝙩𝙧𝙤́𝙞𝙨”, 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙖 𝙖 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘̧𝙖 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙤 𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙤𝙪 𝙫𝙖𝙞 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙝𝙤𝙨 𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙖 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙯𝙚𝙧 𝙪𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙨. 𝘾𝙤𝙢 𝙤 𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙤 𝙙𝙚 𝙀𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙖, 𝙘𝙖𝙙𝙖 𝙫𝙚𝙯 𝙘𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨, 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙘̧𝙖̃𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢 𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙤-𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤 𝙣𝙖̃𝙤 𝙨𝙤́ 𝙟𝙖́ 𝙣𝙖̃𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙤 𝙖𝙯𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙖 𝙪𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙤. 𝙉𝙖̃𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙢 𝙤𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙤𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙤𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙝𝙤𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞́𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙤𝙨.

𝙀 𝙖𝙞́, 𝙘𝙤𝙢 𝙥𝙚𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙝𝙤𝙨 𝙙𝙚 𝙡𝙖̃, 𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙗𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙯𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙞́𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙨 𝙤 𝙀𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧 𝙙𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙖-𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙘̧𝙖̃ 𝙚 𝙙𝙖 𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙖 𝙙𝙚 𝙉𝙚𝙫𝙚. 𝙌𝙪𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙖 𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙨 𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚, 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙖 𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙞𝙭𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙧, 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙖 𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙨 𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙞𝙘̧𝙤̃𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙨 𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙥𝙧𝙖-𝙡𝙝𝙚 𝙖 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙞𝙖 𝙙𝙚 𝙪𝙢 𝙂𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤 𝙚𝙢 𝙙𝙪𝙤𝙙𝙚́𝙘𝙞𝙢𝙤𝙨. 𝙊 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙣𝙖̃𝙤 𝙫𝙞𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖 𝙙𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘̧𝙖𝙧 𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙫𝙞𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙖 𝙙𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙤 𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙞𝙭𝙤𝙪 𝙤 𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙤𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙢.

𝘿𝙪𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙤, 𝙣𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙤-𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤 𝙣𝙤 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙤 𝙊𝙧𝙘̧𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤, 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙟𝙖́ 𝙣𝙖̃𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙖 𝙙𝙪́𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙗𝙧𝙚 𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙢𝙖, 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙤𝙪-𝙨𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙖, 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘̧𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚.”𝘾𝙖́ 𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙖́ 𝙤 𝙂𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙘̧𝙤̃𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙚, 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙢𝙤 𝙚𝙢 𝙙𝙪𝙤𝙙𝙚́𝙘𝙞𝙢𝙤𝙨”, 𝙖𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝘼𝙣𝙩𝙤́𝙣𝙞𝙤 𝘾𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙢𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙣𝙖̃𝙤 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙖.

𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙙𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙞́ 𝙖 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙖 𝙣𝙖̃𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙢 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙤. 𝘼𝙩𝙚́ 𝙤𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙤̃𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙢 𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙨. 𝘼̀ 𝙚𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙖, 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙤 𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙚̂𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙤 𝙖́𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙡𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙢 𝙨𝙪𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙤 𝙖𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙤, 𝙤𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙨 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙢 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙘̧𝙖 𝙖𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙢 𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙦𝙪𝙚, 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙟𝙖 𝙡𝙖́ 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙙𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙣𝙖̃𝙤 𝙤𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙖, 𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙢 𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙚̂𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙖. 𝙁𝙤𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙢 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙞𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙨 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝘼𝙣𝙩𝙤́𝙣𝙞𝙤 𝘾𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙪 𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙨. 𝘿𝙤𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙨 𝙖̀ 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙤 𝙝𝙖́ 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙧: 𝙨𝙤́ 𝙡𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙖 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙖, 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙖, 𝙤 𝙖𝙡𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙧 𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙧 𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙤.

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