𝖣𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗍𝗂́𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗌, 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝖺̀ 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖺, 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗍𝖺 𝖺̀ 𝖾́𝗉𝗈𝖼𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖢𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗅.
𝖭𝗈𝗌 𝗎́𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗌, 𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾́𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝗎 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗅𝖾!
𝖤𝗎 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺, 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂 𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺.
𝖱𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗈-𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝖾, 𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖼̧𝖺, 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾̂, 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝗆𝖺̃𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗋-𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗐𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝗈́𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗈. 𝖭𝖺̃𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝖺, 𝖺𝗍𝖾́ 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝗈 𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖼̧𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗈. 𝖭𝖾𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗆 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝖺̃ 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗐𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌. 𝖳𝖺𝗆𝖻𝖾́𝗆 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝗆𝖺̃𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝖺̃ 𝖽𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗌𝖺 𝗌𝖾́𝗋𝗂𝖾 𝖡𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗓𝖺, 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝖼𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾̂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺 𝖺̀ 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝖺 𝖾𝗇𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖺 𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖿𝖺𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗌. 𝖠̀𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗓𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺-𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗆 𝗁𝗂́𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝖡𝖾𝗇 𝖢𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝖾́𝗋𝗂𝖾 𝖡𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗓𝖺, 𝖾 𝗈 𝖩.𝖱., 𝖽𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗌𝖺 𝗌𝖾́𝗋𝗂𝖾 𝖣𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗌.
𝖮𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈, 𝖾𝗎 𝖿𝗎𝗂 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈, 𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝗆𝖺̃𝖾 (𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾) 𝖾𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖻𝗈𝗂𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗌!
𝖠𝗉𝖾𝗌𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝗈 𝖢𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗅, 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗆 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖺̃𝗈, 𝗇𝖾𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗋, 𝗈𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖢𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗅 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝖺 𝖢𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝖽𝗈 𝖯𝗈𝗏𝗈 𝗌𝖺̃𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈́𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗈. 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖼̧𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗆 𝖺̀ 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖺-𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝖾 𝗌𝗈́ 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗆 𝗇𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖼̧𝖺-𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖢𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗅. 𝖤𝗋𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝗎𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂́𝗇𝗎𝗈. 𝖭𝗈 𝗌𝖺́𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖾 𝗇𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖼̧𝖺, 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝗅𝖾́𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺̀ 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗍𝖾, 𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖻𝖾́𝗆 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾́𝗌.
𝖠𝗉𝖾𝗌𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗎𝗆 𝗉𝖺𝗂́𝗌 𝗍𝖺̃𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗇𝗈, 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗏𝖺́𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖼̧𝗈̃𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖢𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗅. 𝖯𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅, 𝖻𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌. 𝖠𝗅𝗀𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖺̃𝗈 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝖡𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅.
𝖭𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝗂 𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖳𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖵𝖾𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗌, 𝗇𝖾𝗆 𝗈 𝖢𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗅 𝖲𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗂𝗈 𝖺 𝖫𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝗇𝖾𝗆 𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖫𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖾́, 𝖲𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺, 𝖮𝗏𝖺𝗋, 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗃𝖺, 𝖲𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌, 𝖬𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗁𝖺𝖽𝖺… 𝖭𝖺𝖽𝖺!
𝖭𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝗂, 𝗇𝖾𝗆 𝗇𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂 𝗏𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗋 (𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗍𝖾́ 𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗋𝖺).
𝖤𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖻𝖾́𝗆 𝗈 𝖢𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝖾 𝖯𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖾𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗈𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝖾𝗆 𝖺̀𝗌 𝗋𝗎𝖺𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖢𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗈𝗌. 𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗌 𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺̀ 𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗂𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗆 𝖺 𝖺𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗈𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗌, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖺́𝗋𝗂𝖺. 𝖴𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗏𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝖾́ 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗋 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼̧𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝖾 𝖺𝗌 “𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗁𝖺𝗋”. 𝖠𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗆, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗀𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗈.
𝖰𝗎𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖽𝗈!
𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖺́ 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝗈! 𝖭𝖺̃𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗈! 𝖢𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾! 𝖮𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈? 𝖲𝖺̃𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺… 𝖳𝗎𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗉𝖺.
𝖢𝗈𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 (𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗓) 𝗀𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗋 𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗈 𝖥𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅. 𝖯𝖾𝗅𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖺 𝖾́ 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗈! 𝖬𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼̧𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺̃𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗋!
𝖩𝖺́ 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝖺𝗈 𝖢𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗅 𝗇𝗈 𝖲𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗈́𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗇𝗈 𝖱𝗂𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖩𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗈. 𝖬𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗌 𝖢𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗌.
𝖭𝖺̃𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝖢𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗅. 𝖬𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾!
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