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𝐸́ 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒. 𝑉𝑒𝑟 𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑣𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑐̧𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖́𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑒̂𝑠 𝑜𝑢 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑐̧𝑜̃𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑎̃𝑜 𝑒́ 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙. 𝐴 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑎. 𝑂 𝑙𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟-𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑢𝑚 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎. 𝐴 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑚 𝑒́ 𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑎́𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎. 𝐴 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑐̧𝑎 𝑒́ 𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒. 𝑂 𝑡𝑜𝑠𝑐𝑜 𝑒́ 𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒. 𝐴 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜. 𝐴 𝑣𝑢𝑙𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑒́ 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒. 𝐴 𝑏𝑜𝑐̧𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑒́ 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑎 𝑑𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒́ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑢𝑖́𝑛𝑜. 𝐴 𝑠𝑢𝑏𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑎̃𝑜 𝑎𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑒 𝑎𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑒́ 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑎. 𝐴 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑒̂𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑒́ 𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙.
𝑂𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑐̧𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖́𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑢𝑚𝑎 ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑎 𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑎 𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑖𝑎, 𝑎̀𝑠 𝑣𝑒𝑧𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑢𝑎𝑠, 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑢́𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑜, 𝑠𝑎̃𝑜 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑚 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑑𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑜, 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑠𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑙ℎ𝑎𝑟 𝑛𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑐𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜, 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 ℎ𝑎́ 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑚 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑚 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑚 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒. 𝑂𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑠𝑎̃𝑜 𝑖𝑑𝑒̂𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑙.
𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑚 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑎 𝑎 𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑎́𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑠 𝑠𝑎̃𝑜 𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑠, 𝑜𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑠 𝑒 𝑜𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑏𝑜𝑙. 𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑚 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑎́𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑠 𝑠𝑎̃𝑜 𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒̂𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎, 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑐̧𝑜̃𝑒𝑠, 𝑎𝑠 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑠 𝑒 𝑜𝑠 𝑗𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑏𝑜𝑙.
𝑂𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠, 𝑠𝑒𝑚 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒́𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜, 𝑠𝑎̃𝑜 𝑎 𝑗𝑜́𝑖𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑐̧𝑜. 𝑃𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑜 𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑎, 𝑠𝑎𝑖 𝑢𝑚 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑜. 𝐹𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑎̃𝑜 𝑛𝑜 𝑎𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑜, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑜𝑖𝑜 𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑜, 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑏𝑜𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑜, 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒̂𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑜 𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎, 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑐̧𝑎 𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑎̃𝑜: 𝑠𝑎𝑖 𝑢𝑚 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑜, 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑗𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑎𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑧 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑖𝑜 𝑑𝑎 𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑎 𝑐𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑙, 𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑚 𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜 𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑧𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜.
𝐽𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑚 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑎𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑚 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑣𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑜: 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑒́ 𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑜, 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑜, 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑜, 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑙ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜, 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑜, 𝑚𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑜, 𝑚𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑜, 𝑚𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑑𝑜, 𝑖𝑛𝑢́𝑡𝑖𝑙, 𝑣𝑎𝑔𝑜 𝑒 𝑣𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑜, 𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑢𝑚 𝑠𝑜́ 𝑓𝑜̂𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑑𝑎𝑟 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜! 𝑅𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑚-𝑠𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑜́𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑚𝑒 𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑠𝑐𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒̂𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑠 𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑏𝑜𝑙. 𝐸́ 𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑜 𝑑𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑐̧𝑎 𝑒 𝑑𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑧.
𝐸́ 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑜 𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑧𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑒́ 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑜, 𝑎 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑗𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑢𝑚 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑚𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑜. 𝐴𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑜̃𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖́𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑚 𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎̃𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑚. 𝑂𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑠, 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖́𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑠 𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖́𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑠, 𝑠𝑎̃𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑠. 𝑄𝑢𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜 ℎ𝑎́ 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑠, 𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠, 𝑚𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑎́ 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑑𝑎́𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑥𝑜𝑠 𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖́𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑜, 𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑎𝑠, 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑠, 𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟, 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖́𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑠 𝑛𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑎, 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖́𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑠 𝑛𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑎! 𝐶𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎? 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑎́ 𝑜 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑑𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑎. 𝐶𝑖𝑒̂𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎? 𝑉𝑎𝑖 𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑎́𝑟𝑖𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑜. 𝐴𝑟𝑡𝑒? 𝑈𝑚 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟-𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑔𝑎.
𝑅𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑚-𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠, 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑙𝑎́𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑎̃𝑒, 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑐̧𝑎, 𝑒𝑠𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑖 𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑧 𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎 𝑎 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒. 𝑁𝑎̃𝑜 ℎ𝑎́ 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑖𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒. 𝑁𝑎̃𝑜 ℎ𝑎́ 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑜 𝑛𝑒𝑚 𝑝𝑢𝑑𝑜𝑟. 𝑇𝑢𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜 𝑒𝑚 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑜. 𝑇𝑢𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑑𝑎, 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑧 𝑒́ 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑚 𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟. 𝐴𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠, 𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑐̧𝑎𝑠 𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠, 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖́𝑑𝑖𝑜𝑠, 𝑢𝑥𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑖́𝑑𝑖𝑜𝑠 𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑖́𝑑𝑖𝑜𝑠 𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑝𝑎𝑚 ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑐̧𝑜𝑠.
𝐴 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒́𝑟𝑖𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙, 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑜 𝑒́ 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑎𝑙. 𝑄𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑎 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒, 𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑜 𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖́𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑢𝑚 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑎, 𝑢𝑚 𝑗𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑔𝑎, 𝑢𝑚 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑏𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑛𝑎 𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑚 𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑔𝑎.
𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑚-𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑎́𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑠, 𝑎̀ 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑠, 𝑎̀ 𝑠𝑎𝑖́𝑑𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑜̃𝑒𝑠 𝑒 𝑎̀ 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑐̧𝑜̃𝑒𝑠. 𝐷𝑎́-𝑠𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑣𝑟𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑎 𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒̂𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎, 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑎́𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑑𝑎́𝑟𝑖𝑜 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑟. 𝑂𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑧𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖́𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑠, 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑒̂𝑒𝑚 𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑚-𝑛𝑎𝑠. 𝑈𝑚 𝑝𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝟷𝟶% 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑐̧𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖́𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑠.
𝐴 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑚𝑜 𝑒́ 𝑑𝑒 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑔𝑒̂𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎: 𝑠𝑒 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖́𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑜 𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑠, ℎ𝑎́ 𝑝𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑚𝑜! 𝑂 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑑𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑟-𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒̂𝑠 𝑜𝑢 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑣𝑒𝑧𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑐̧𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖́𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑠! 𝐸́ 𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑚𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑠 *𝑝𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑜𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑢 𝑚𝑒𝑙ℎ𝑜𝑟!
𝑈𝑚𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑐̧𝑎̃𝑜: 𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜, 𝑔𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑚-𝑠𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑜𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑠. 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑜𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑎̃𝑜.
*𝑃𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑜𝑠 𝑛𝑎̃𝑜, 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑚!*”
* Cientista social, político e cronista português
IN "https://bibliotecadapipinha.blogs.sapo.pt/"
** Bem haja JVA pelo envio do texto
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