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LXXX~MEGA FÁBRICAS
2- A INCRÍVEL AVENTURA
DO TOMATE
AGRO INDÚSTRIA GLOBAL
Desenvolvimento social
* Devido à sua cor vermelha intensa, o tomate era suspeito de ser tóxico, e os europeus utilizaram-no como planta ornamental durante muito tempo, até que um corajoso finalmente teve coragem para o experimentar no século XVIII. Hoje, com uma produção anual de 180 milhões de toneladas, o tomate é uma das três hortícolas mais comercializadas no mundo. Os tomates também possuem milhares de variedades. Um deles representa um quarto da produção mundial. Este é um tomate para uso industrial. Talvez nunca o tenha visto na sua forma original, porque muitas vezes chega até nós sob a forma de molho de tomate, trazendo consigo o bom sabor do sol de verão.
(CONTINUA PRÓXIMA SEXTA )
* MEGA FÁBRICAS é um título e dentro dele a fábrica sempre é mega,, por vezes problemática, até impiedosa, assim como o espírito inventivo mesmo que sejam pequenos.
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AS MULHERES NA HISTÓRIA
𝟷𝟶𝟶.𝟸 - 𝑀𝑂𝑁𝐴 𝐿𝐼𝑆𝐴,
𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑙ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑎́𝑠 𝑑𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑜𝑟
𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝐿𝐸𝑂𝑁𝐴𝑅𝐷𝑂 𝐷𝐴 𝑉𝐼𝑁𝐶𝐼
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Canal História e Tu
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Canal História e Tu
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ANTÓNIO CAPINHA
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Lisboa, cidade branca
𝖠 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗆𝖺 𝗅𝗎𝗓 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖫𝗂𝗌𝖻𝗈𝖺 𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗂́𝖼̧𝗈 𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖳𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖺 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗋 𝖺 𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾, 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝗈 𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗁𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈. 𝖲𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗃𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖺 𝖯𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗅 𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗈, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗆 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖳𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝗏𝗂́𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗈 𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺̃𝗈 𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗎𝗆 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝖱𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗎𝗆 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗀𝗋𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗋𝗈́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗆 𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖺.
𝖫𝗂𝗌𝖻𝗈𝖺 𝗇𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖺 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖽𝗈𝗎. 𝖬𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎 𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗅𝗈́𝗀𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗈𝗎-𝗌𝖾 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗈́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺 𝖫𝗂𝗌𝖻𝗈𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖳𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝟪𝟢 𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝖾́𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗈.
𝖰𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗆 𝖫𝗂𝗌𝖻𝗈𝖺, 𝗈𝗎 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈 𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝖺𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝖺 𝗉𝖾́, 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖺 𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼̧𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾. 𝖤𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗆, 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾, 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝟦𝟢𝟢 𝗆𝗂𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗈𝗌 𝟤𝟢𝟢 𝗆𝗂𝗅 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗆 𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗅.
𝖬𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝖽𝖺, 𝖫𝗂𝗌𝖻𝗈𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗆 𝖼𝖺𝗈𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗎𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖺, 𝗌𝖾𝗃𝖺 𝖾𝗆 𝖻𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖺 𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗓𝖺𝖽𝖺, 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗆 𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝖺̂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅. 𝖮𝗌 𝗍𝖺́𝗑𝗂𝗌 𝖳𝖵𝖣𝖤, 𝖴𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝖾 𝖡𝗈𝗅𝗍 𝖽𝖺̃𝗈 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖺𝗃𝗎𝖽𝖺 𝗇𝖺 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝖽𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖺̃𝗈. 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗆, 𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾, 𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖺𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗃𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗌. 𝖰𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝗉𝗂𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗌, 𝖺 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼̧𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾, 𝖺𝗍𝗋𝖺́𝗌, 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗈𝗎 𝗈 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗆 𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗌, 𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗌, 𝗆𝗈𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝗃𝖺 𝗅𝖺́ 𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋. 𝖰𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗑𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗋𝖺́𝗌, 𝗃𝖺́ 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖺, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗆, 𝗌𝖾𝗃𝖺𝗆 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗂́𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈 𝗉𝗎́𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗈.
𝖭𝖺̃𝗈 𝗁𝖺́ 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖺 𝖯𝖲𝖯 𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖺 𝖯𝗈𝗅𝗂́𝖼𝗂𝖺 𝖬𝗎𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗅.
𝖠𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺̂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝖺̃𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌. 𝖠𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗎𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖺 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗆 𝖽𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗆 𝗅𝗎𝗓, 𝗌𝖾𝗃𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅, 𝗌𝖾𝗃𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖺. 𝖲𝖺̃𝗈 𝗓𝗈𝗆𝖻𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝖺𝖽𝖺. 𝖯𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗌, 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗆 𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖺̃𝗈, 𝖺𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗆 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈̃𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝖺 𝗉𝖾́. 𝖢𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗂𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼̧𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗈̃𝖾𝗌. 𝖰𝗎𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗈𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗌. 𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗈-𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗃𝖺́ 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺̃𝗈, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾, 𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝗂𝗆𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈. 𝖭𝖺̃𝗈 𝗁𝖺́ 𝗎𝗆 𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖺𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾, 𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗅𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾, 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗆 𝗅𝗎𝗓. 𝖮𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝖻𝗈𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗆 𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖺, 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾, 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖺̂𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗓𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗌𝗅𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺̂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖺 𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾. 𝖭𝖺̃𝗈 𝗁𝖺́ 𝖯𝗈𝗅𝗂́𝖼𝗂𝖺 𝖬𝗎𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗅. 𝖭𝖾𝗆 𝖯𝖲𝖯. 𝖭𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗆. 𝖮𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖻𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗌! 𝖰𝗎𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝖺 𝖯𝗈𝗅𝗂́𝖼𝗂𝖺 𝖬𝗎𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗅 𝗏𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗈𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗎𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝖾𝗂́𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗈 𝖾𝗆 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗂𝖻𝗂𝖽𝗈, 𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗃𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝖾 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺 𝗈 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗑𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺̂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗈. 𝖤 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝖺𝗆 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖺́𝗏𝖾𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝖼̧𝖺 𝖺𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝖼𝖺𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝖻𝗈𝖾𝗍𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝗈́ 𝗇𝖾𝗆 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾. 𝖲𝖾 𝗁𝖺́ 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝖾́ 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝖺 𝖾 𝗈 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗂𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗂́𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗌.
𝖫𝗂𝗌𝖻𝗈𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗈𝗌. 𝖭𝖺̃𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅. 𝖮𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂́𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝖺́ 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝖼̧𝗈̃𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗎𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗏𝗈. 𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖺̃𝗈 𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖺𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗋𝖺́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝖺 𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖺 𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖺̃𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗌. 𝖰𝗎𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗆 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖺 𝖯𝖲𝖯? 𝖵𝖺̃𝗈 𝖺̀𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗂́𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗈𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖻𝗈𝗅, 𝖺 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗋𝖺 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗂𝗑𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗆 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗂́𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖺𝖼̧𝖺𝖽𝗈. 𝖯𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗂́ 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗆 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖺 𝖯𝖲𝖯 𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗌. 𝖠 𝖯𝖲𝖯 𝗃𝖺́ 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝖾́ 𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝖼̧𝗈̃𝖾𝗌. 𝖤́ 𝖽𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗆 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗋.
𝖢𝗈𝗆 𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗂 𝖾 𝖽𝖺 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗆, 𝖫𝗂𝗌𝖻𝗈𝖺 𝗏𝖺𝗂-𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈. 𝖠𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖺̃𝗈 𝗎𝗌𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗂𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝗎́𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖺𝖼̧𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗈̃𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝖾𝗃𝖺𝗆 𝗈𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗌 𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖼̧𝖺𝗌. 𝖢𝗋𝗎𝗓𝖺𝗆 𝖼𝖾́𝗅𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼̧𝗈𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖺 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗀𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝗂́𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺. 𝖣𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗃𝖺 𝗅𝖺́ 𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋. 𝖭𝗈𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗂𝗈𝗌, 𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝗅𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗈́𝗏𝖾𝗅, 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗂𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗎𝖺.
𝖠𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗓𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗎𝗂𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖺, 𝗌𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝗅𝖺́ 𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗋𝗈 𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈, 𝖾𝗑𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖺𝗆 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝖺̂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗈. 𝖯𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗈́𝗏𝖾𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗎𝗆 𝖾𝗑𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗂́𝖼𝗂𝗈 𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖺𝖼̧𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋, 𝗌𝖾𝗃𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖺 𝖾𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖺. 𝖭𝖺̃𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗁𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖺́𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝖾 𝗈𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗌 𝗌𝖺̃𝗈, 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾, 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗌. 𝖢𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗆 𝖼𝖾́𝗅𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖺́𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗌 𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖾𝗆 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾, 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈, 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗇𝖼̧𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗆, 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺 𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾, 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖾. 𝖠𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈̃𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝖺̃𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗌, 𝗇𝗎𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗓𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗆.
𝖤𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖾́ 𝖺 𝖫𝗂𝗌𝖻𝗈𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗆, 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗌, 𝗈𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗆 𝗈𝗎 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝖺́ 𝗁𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗆. 𝖲𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖺́𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗌 𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗆 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗆, 𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗆 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗆 𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗉𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖾𝗎𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗂𝖺 𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎 𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗈𝗌 𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺̂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈̃𝖾𝗌 𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗌.
𝖮𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺́ 𝖺 𝖺𝖼𝖼̧𝖺̃𝗈 𝖽𝖺 𝖢𝖺̂𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖬𝗎𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝖾 𝖫𝗂𝗌𝖻𝗈𝖺? 𝖮𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺́ 𝗈 𝖦𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗈? 𝖯𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂́𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗌, 𝖺 𝖯𝖲𝖯 𝖾 𝖺 𝖬𝗎𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗅? 𝖭𝖺̃𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗌. 𝖱𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺-𝗇𝗈𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗎𝗓 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖫𝗂𝗌𝖻𝗈𝖺, 𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖳𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋. 𝖤 𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝗈, 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗌𝗈 𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈, 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗃𝖺 𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖺̀ 𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺 𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾, 𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗌𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗈𝗌, 𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗏𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗋 𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗋.
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