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E como bonito, bonito, é ver o polvo frito, a Mariazinha quer-nos na cozinha porque é o prato favorito do povo de Portugal.

𝖲𝗂𝗆, 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺́ 𝖺 𝗇𝖺𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗆 𝗇𝖾𝗀𝗈́𝖼𝗂𝗈 𝗇𝖺 𝗍𝗎𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝖻𝖾𝖼̧𝖺, 𝖹𝖾́. 𝖢𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺 𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖼̧𝖺! 𝖯𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺́ 𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝗈, 𝗃𝖺́ 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾́ 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖺 𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗎𝗌𝗈. 𝖬𝖺𝗌, 𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖺́𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝖾 𝗃𝖺́ 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺̃𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺.

𝖤 𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾́𝗈𝗇 𝖾́ 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗆 𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖾, 𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗁𝗈𝗎-𝗈𝗌 𝖺̀ 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗎-𝗅𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗈 – 𝗈 𝖺𝗏𝗈̂ 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖺𝖽𝖺, 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗋 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗅𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖺.

𝖠𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖼̧𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖻𝗈𝗅. 𝖠 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗃𝖺́ 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝖤𝗎𝗌𝖾́𝖻𝗂𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗎𝖽𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺. 𝖯𝖾𝗇𝖺́𝗅𝗍𝗂, 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝖺 𝗈 𝖺́𝗋𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾́ 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗋𝖺̃𝗈. ‘𝖰𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗋!’, 𝗉𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗎 𝖺𝗃𝗈𝖾𝗅𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺 𝖾𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗉𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺́ 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖾 𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖺́𝗅𝗍𝗂 𝗍𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖼𝖺𝖽𝗈. 𝖠𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗆 𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗈 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗈, 𝖾𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗎 𝖺𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗍𝗈. ‘𝖵𝖺𝗂 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗋, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗂-𝗏𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗋!’ – 𝖱𝗂𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝖺́ 𝖾𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺; 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖺́ 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖺.

𝖤𝗇𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗓 𝖺𝗃𝗎𝖽𝖺𝗏𝖺 𝖺̀ 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝖾 𝗃𝖺́ 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗋 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖺, 𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝖻𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗓 𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝖽𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗈́𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗂 𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗌. 𝖱𝖺́𝗉𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗓, 𝖿𝗈𝗂-𝗅𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺̀𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈 𝖺𝗈 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗓. 𝖫𝖺́ 𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝖽𝖺 𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝖢𝖺𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖺, 𝖾𝗅𝖾 𝗃𝖺́ 𝗌𝖺𝖻𝗂𝖺 𝖺 𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝖽𝗈 ‘𝖺𝖻𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖺’: 𝖰𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖾́ 𝖼𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖾́ 𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺́ 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖺, 𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝖺𝗂 𝖺̀ 𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖺 𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖺?

𝖤́ 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌: 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝗈 𝖹𝖾́ 𝖡𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖽𝗈𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖾 𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂́𝖼𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝖼𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖺𝖽𝗈; 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗎𝗇𝗈 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗎 𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈𝗋 𝖠𝖽𝖾́𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗂 𝗌𝗎𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝗈́𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗊𝗎𝖾́𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈; 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗎 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝗈́ 𝗇𝖾𝗆 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗆-𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾.

𝖤 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗂 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺, 𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝖺́ 𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺; 𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝖺́𝗋𝗂𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗂 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗅, 𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗆-𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝖾́ 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅; 𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝖽𝗈́𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗈 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗈́𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝖾́𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖺, 𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖿 𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗈𝗎 𝖾 𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗑𝗈𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗎.

𝖳𝖺𝗆𝖻𝖾́𝗆 𝗌𝖺𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗍𝖺 𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗁𝖾𝗍𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺. 𝖣𝗂𝗓 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗎 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗈, 𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗈̂𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗓𝗂𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖾 𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝖻𝖾𝖼̧𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺.

𝖯𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗓 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖺 – 𝗌𝗈́ 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝖾 𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝖺 -, 𝖺̀ 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂́𝗅𝗂𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖺 𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗈 𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝖺.

𝖤 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗈, 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗈, 𝖾́ 𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗏𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈 – 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 -, 𝖺 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋-𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾́ 𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗏𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖯𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗅. 𝖤, 𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗂𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺, 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝖾, 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝖾, 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗆𝖺.

𝖣𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗆-𝗅𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗈̃𝖾𝗌, 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎-𝗅𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗆𝗈̃𝖾𝗌 𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗋𝗈̃𝖾𝗌; 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗆-𝗇𝗈 𝖺̀ 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺, 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗎-𝗅𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺̀ 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗎-𝗈𝗌 𝖺̀ 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺. 𝖭𝖺̃𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗂 𝖺̀ 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗈̃𝖾𝗌, 𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗈𝖼̧𝗈̃𝖾𝗌 𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖼̧𝗈̃𝖾𝗌. 𝖤 𝗈 𝖰𝗎𝗂𝗆, 𝗌𝖾𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖺, 𝗅𝖺́ 𝖿𝗈𝗂 𝖺 𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗋: ‘𝖵𝗂𝗏𝗈́ 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗈 𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝖼̧𝗈 𝗈𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗎𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗈 𝖾́ 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝖼̧𝖺𝗋… 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗌’.

𝖴𝗆 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗁𝖺̃𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖾 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖺 𝖺𝖼𝖺𝖻𝖺 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗈. 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖺́ 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗇𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗈𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖺, 𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗏𝖺𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗆 𝗆𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾. 𝖮 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋-𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗁𝖺 𝗃𝖺́ 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾, 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗅𝖾, 𝗏𝖺𝗂 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈 𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖽𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈.

𝖢𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺, 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺 𝖰𝗎𝗂𝗆 𝖡𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺; 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗌 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗆 𝖽𝗂́𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝖼𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖺.

*𝖳𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎́𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗈 ‘𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝗈́𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗈’ 𝖰𝗎𝗂𝗆 𝖡𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗌.

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IN "NASCER DO SOL" -24/03/24 .