FILIPE NUNES

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O Matuto e a Mudança

É um vírus, um vício sem cura. Coisa irritante. Duma grande falta de chá. O Matuto prefere o agasalho das rotinas e das ideias conservadoras, mesmo que ligeiramente puídas.

𝓞 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓮𝓶 𝓾𝓶𝓪 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓲𝓻𝓪 𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓪̃𝓸 𝓪̀ 𝓶𝓾𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬̧𝓪. 𝓞 𝓞́𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻 – 𝓸 𝓵𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓭𝓪 ‘𝓒𝓪𝓼𝓪 𝓭𝓪𝓼 𝓟𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓼’ – 𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓫𝓮 𝓾𝓶𝓪 𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮. 𝓣𝓸𝓭𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓱𝓪̃𝓼 𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓬̧𝓪-𝓼𝓮 𝓷𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓶𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓻𝓸 𝓭𝓸 𝓳𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓶, 𝓪̀ 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓶𝓪 𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓪 𝓮 𝓷𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓶𝓪 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓬̧𝓪̃𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓬̧𝓪̃𝓸 𝓪𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓵. 𝓞 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓮𝓿𝓪 𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓾 𝓬𝓱𝓪́ 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓸 𝓳𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓶, 𝓮 𝓸𝓼 𝓭𝓸𝓲𝓼, 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝜾́𝓭𝓮𝓸 𝓮 𝓻𝓮́𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓵, 𝓪𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓶 𝓪 𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝓬𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓪. 𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓼 𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓪 ‘𝓒𝓪𝓼𝓪 𝓭𝓪𝓼 𝓟𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓼’ 𝓼𝓪̃𝓸 𝓾𝓶 𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓵𝓸 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓸 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓸 𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓪𝓽𝓮́ 𝓪̀ 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓮 𝓪 𝓼𝓾𝓪 𝓪𝓵𝓶𝓪. 𝓞 𝓞́𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻, 𝓼𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓼, 𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓪-𝓼𝓮 𝓪𝓸 𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓵, 𝓹𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓶 𝓾𝓶 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓸́𝓰𝓲𝓸 𝓢𝓾𝜾́𝓬̧𝓸. 𝓞 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓪 “𝓶𝓾𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬̧𝓪”. 𝓔𝓻𝓪 𝓜𝓸𝔃𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓪𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓿𝓪 “𝓮̀ 𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓷𝓮 𝓲𝓵 𝓼𝓸𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓾𝓶 𝓹𝓸𝓬𝓸 𝓲𝓷 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓸” – 𝓮́ 𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓶 𝓼𝓾𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓻 𝓾𝓶 𝓹𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓸, 𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓸. (𝓜𝓸𝔃𝓪𝓻𝓽, 𝓲𝓷 𝓒𝓸𝓼𝓲̀ 𝓯𝓪𝓷 𝓣𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓮 – 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓪𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝔃𝓮𝓶 𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓶𝓸) 𝓝𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓵𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓜𝓸𝔃𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓪-𝓼𝓮 𝓪̀𝓼 𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝜾́𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓾𝓵𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓷𝓪𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓸̃𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓼. 𝓣𝓸𝓭𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓪, 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓸 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓸, 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓪 𝓮́ 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓪𝓵.

𝓟𝓸𝓻 𝓮𝔁𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓸, 𝓪 𝓷𝓸𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓭𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓸𝓪𝓭𝓪, 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓸 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓸, 𝓹𝓮𝓭𝓮 𝓾𝓶𝓪 𝓫𝓸𝓪 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓪 𝓭𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓱𝓪𝓾 𝓮 𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓟𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓰𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓪𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓪𝔃𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓮. 𝓓𝓮𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓼 𝓸 𝓫𝓸𝓵𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓲, 𝓮 𝓷𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓪 𝓼𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮 “𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓹𝓪 𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓱𝓪”. 𝓝𝓪𝓭𝓪 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓮 𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓭𝓪, 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓾 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓮.

𝓐 𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓮𝓶 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓬̧𝓪̃𝓸 𝓪̀ “𝓶𝓾𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬̧𝓪” 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓪-𝓼𝓮 𝓮𝓶 𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓭𝓮̂𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓼. 𝓝𝓸𝓼 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓸 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓸 𝓾𝓼𝓪; 𝓷𝓪𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓪𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝔃𝓲𝓷𝓱𝓪; 𝓷𝓸 𝓪𝓵𝓶𝓸𝓬̧𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓢𝓪́𝓫𝓪𝓭𝓸; 𝓷𝓸 𝓫𝓸𝓵𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓵𝓱𝓪 𝓭𝓸 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓬𝓻𝓮́; 𝓷𝓸 𝓹𝓪̃𝓸 𝓶𝓸𝓵𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓸 𝓶𝓸𝓵𝓱𝓸 𝓭𝓪 𝓼𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓪; 𝓷𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓪 𝔁𝓪𝓭𝓻𝓮𝔃; 𝓷𝓪𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓬̧𝓪𝓼 𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓸; 𝓷𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓾́𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓼 𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓼 (𝓕𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓻𝓪, 𝓑𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓭𝓪𝔂, 𝓖𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓸𝓷 𝓛𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓯𝓸𝓸𝓽, 𝓢𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓱 𝓥𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓪𝓷, 𝓐𝔃𝓷𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓾𝓻, 𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓱𝓮𝓷); 𝓷𝓸 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓴𝓮𝔂 𝓿𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓸; 𝓷𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓲𝓳𝓸 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓮; 𝓷𝓸 𝓬𝓱𝓪́ 𝓔𝓪𝓻𝓵 𝓖𝓻𝓮𝔂, 𝓬𝓸𝓶 𝓾𝓶 𝓯𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓱𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓮; 𝓷𝓸𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓳𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓰𝓸𝓼; 𝓷𝓪 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮̂𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓪 𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓼 𝓮 𝓒𝓓’𝓼; 𝓮, 𝓷𝓪 𝓫𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓪… 𝓐𝓱, 𝓪 𝓫𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓪.ᐟ 𝓔𝓼𝓼𝓪 𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓪 𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓪. 𝓐𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬̧𝓪𝓼 𝓭𝓸 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓶-𝓼𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓸 𝓪̀ 𝓫𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓪. 𝓔 𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸 𝓸 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓮́𝓶 𝓮́ 𝓾𝓶 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓻. 𝓡𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓷 𝓭𝓲𝔃𝓲𝓪 𝓺𝓾𝓮 “𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓻 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓱𝓪 𝓾𝓶𝓪 𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓲𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓼: 𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓸 𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓸 𝓮́ 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓵𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓾𝜾́𝓭𝓸, 𝓶𝓪𝓼 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓵𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓾𝜾́𝓭𝓸”. 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓸 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓮𝔃𝓪 𝓱𝓪𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓹𝓸́𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓷𝓾𝓶𝓪 𝓫𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓪, 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓾𝜾́𝓭𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓶 𝓪 𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓮̂𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓪 𝓭𝓾𝓶 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓽𝓲𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓸.

𝓞𝓻𝓪, 𝓪𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓸 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓪 𝓾𝓷𝓼 𝓱𝓪́𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓸𝓼 𝓶𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓬̧𝓪̃𝓸 𝓭𝓪 𝓼𝓾𝓪 𝓫𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓪. 𝓙𝓸𝓼𝓮́ 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓸𝓼𝓸 𝓟𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓮 𝓐𝓷𝓽𝓸́𝓷𝓲𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓫𝓸 𝓐𝓷𝓽𝓾𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓶 𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓪 𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓸, 𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓸 𝓷𝓪 𝓿𝓲𝓭𝓪. 𝓐𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓻𝓪 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓭𝓮 𝓕𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓪, 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓶 𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓪́𝓼-𝓵𝜾́𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓼; 𝓮 𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓰𝜾́𝓵𝓲𝓸 𝓕𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓻𝓪 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓪 𝓷𝓾𝓶 𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓬̧𝓸 𝓼𝓸́ 𝓼𝓮𝓾. 𝓞𝓼 𝓬𝓵𝓪́𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓸𝓼 𝓘𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓶 𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓼 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓪̀ 𝓻𝓮́𝓭𝓮𝓪 𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓽𝓪. 𝓙𝓪́ 𝓪 𝓛𝜾́𝓭𝓲𝓪 𝓙𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓿𝓪 𝓪𝓽𝓮́ 𝓱𝓪́ 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓼 (𝓹𝓪𝓲𝔁𝓪̃𝓸 𝓭𝓸 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓸), 𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓪 𝓸 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓪 𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓪 𝓪𝓵𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓪 𝓼𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓪𝓵𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓱𝓪𝓻 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶 𝓾𝓶𝓪 𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪 𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓮́𝓶 𝓪𝓵𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓿𝓲𝓪. 𝓔𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓸, 𝓛𝜾́𝓭𝓲𝓪 𝓙𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮 𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓾 𝓾𝓶 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝜾́𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓸 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓻𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓸́𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓼, “𝓔𝓶 𝓣𝓸𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓸𝓼 𝓢𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓭𝓸𝓼”, 𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓬̧𝓸̃𝓮𝓼 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓾𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼 𝓯𝓲𝔃𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓶 𝓪𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝔃𝓮𝓼. 𝓐 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓬̧𝓪̃𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓣𝓮𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓲𝓪 – 𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓻𝓪 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝔁𝓪̃𝓸 𝓭𝓸 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓸 – 𝓸𝓬𝓾𝓹𝓪 𝓾𝓶 𝓵𝓾𝓰𝓪𝓻 𝓷𝓸𝓫𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓲𝓻𝓸. 𝓐 𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓸𝓯𝓲𝓪 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓪𝓸 𝓬𝓱𝓪̃𝓸. 𝓔𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓸, 𝓸𝓼 𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓮̂𝓶 𝓾𝓶 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓪́𝓻𝓲𝓸 𝓼𝓸́ 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼. 𝓞 𝓢𝓻. 𝓕𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓸 𝓮 𝓪 𝓓𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓛𝓮𝓷𝓪 – 𝓬𝓾𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓭𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓮𝔃𝓪 𝓮 𝓭𝓪 𝓯𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓭𝓪 ‘𝓒𝓪𝓼𝓪 𝓭𝓪𝓼 𝓟𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓼’ – 𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓶 𝓾𝓶 𝓪𝓻 𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓸 𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓲𝓹𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓭𝓸, 𝓪̀ 𝓫𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓪 𝓭𝓸 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓸. 𝓣𝓸𝓭𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓪, 𝓷𝓪𝓭𝓪 𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓾𝓶𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓶 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓪𝓬̧𝓪̃𝓸 𝓷𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓪. 𝓔, 𝓺𝓾𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓟𝓪𝓾𝓵 𝓐𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓿𝓲𝓪𝓳𝓪 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓲𝓻𝓸 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓟𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓹 𝓡𝓸𝓽𝓱 (𝓹𝓸𝓻 𝓪𝓬𝓬̧𝓪̃𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓷𝓮́𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓪 𝓭𝓸 𝓢𝓻. 𝓕𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓸 𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓮 𝓓𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓛𝓮𝓷𝓪, 𝓸 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓪 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓮́ 𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓸 𝓪 𝓭𝓪𝓻 𝓾𝓶𝓪 𝓶𝓪̃𝓸𝔃𝓲𝓷𝓱𝓪 – 𝓸𝓾 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪̃𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓪́ 𝓾𝓶𝓪 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪́𝓻𝓲𝓪.

𝓟𝓸𝓻 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓼, 𝓸𝓼 𝓹𝓸𝓵𝜾́𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓸𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓶 𝓹𝓸𝓻 𝓪𝜾́ 𝓪𝓸𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓪̀ 𝓶𝓾𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬̧𝓪. 𝓝𝓪̃𝓸 𝓱𝓪́ 𝓹𝓸𝓵𝜾́𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓷𝓪̃𝓸 𝓰𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 (𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓸 𝓰𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓶) 𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓪 “𝓶𝓾𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬̧𝓪”. 𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓪 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮̂𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓪 𝓷𝓪 “𝓶𝓾𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬̧𝓪” 𝓮́ 𝓾𝓶𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓬̧𝓪𝓭𝓪 – 𝓹𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓸 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓸. 𝓔́ 𝓾𝓶 𝓿𝜾́𝓻𝓾𝓼, 𝓾𝓶 𝓿𝜾́𝓬𝓲𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓶 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓪. 𝓒𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓪 𝓲𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮. 𝓓𝓾𝓶𝓪 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓽𝓪 𝓭𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓪́. 𝓞 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓸 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓼𝓪𝓵𝓱𝓸 𝓭𝓪𝓼 𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓼 𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓲𝓪𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓼, 𝓶𝓮𝓼𝓶𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓮𝓲𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓹𝓾𝜾́𝓭𝓪𝓼.

𝓔𝓶 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮́𝓻𝓲𝓪 𝓭𝓮 “𝓶𝓾𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬̧𝓪” 𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓬̧𝓪̃𝓸 𝓪 𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓪 𝓭𝓸 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓸, 𝓓𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓢𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓮𝓲, 𝓮́ 𝓾𝓶𝓪 𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪. 𝓗𝓪́ 𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓸𝓼, 𝓓𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓢𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓮𝓲, 𝓿𝓮𝓲𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓶 𝓾𝓶𝓪 𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸́𝓻𝓲𝓪 𝓭𝓮 “𝓯𝓮𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓱𝓾𝓲” 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓻 𝓾𝓶𝓪 𝓬𝓲𝓮̂𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓪 𝓮𝔁𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓪 𝓭𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓸 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓻 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓪 𝓙𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓪. 𝓞 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓸 𝓷𝓪̃𝓸 𝓯𝓮𝔃 𝓬𝓪𝓼𝓸 𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓷𝓪̃𝓸 𝓿𝓮̂ 𝓻𝓪𝔃𝓪̃𝓸 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓻 𝓪 𝓰𝓮𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓲𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓸́𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓪 𝓭𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓾 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓶𝓸 𝓪̀ 𝓬𝓲𝓮̂𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓪 𝓮𝔁𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓪 𝓭𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓸 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓸𝓬𝓸. 𝓡𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓵𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓾𝓪𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓬̧𝓸̃𝓮𝓼, 𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪 𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓭𝓮 𝓹𝓸́𝓼-𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓮, 𝓸 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮 𝓪 𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪 𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓲𝓪 𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓬̧𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓪 𝓭𝓪 “𝓶𝓾𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬̧𝓪”. 𝓠𝓾𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓸, 𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓪 𝓾𝓶 𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓱𝓪𝓾 𝓬𝓸𝓶 𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓪, 𝓷𝓸 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓸, 𝓷𝓪 𝓷𝓸𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓭𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓸𝓪𝓭𝓪. 𝓞 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓻 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓸 𝓼𝓪̃𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓼 𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓼. 𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓼 – 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓸 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓸.

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