𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚣𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍ɪ́ 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚍ɪ́𝚊 𝚢 𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒 𝙴𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚜. 

𝙻𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚎́ 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚋ɪ́𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚜. 𝙴𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚞́𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚓𝚎𝚏𝚊, 𝚎𝚕 𝚓𝚎𝚏𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚢  𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 “𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘”. 

𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊, 𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛 𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍, 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚎́ 𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎́ 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊.

𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚘́ 𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚢 𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚊́𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚣𝚘́ 𝚊 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘́𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊 (𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚊. 𝙼𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍, 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚢 𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘). 

𝙵𝚞𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊, 𝚢𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝ɪ́𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚙ɪ́𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊 , 𝚜𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍ɪ́𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜. 𝙴𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́𝚋𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗, 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚘  𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊.

𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚕ɪ́𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚎́𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚓𝚎𝚏𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚌ɪ́𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚄 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚊. 

𝚄𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚊  𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎́ 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘. 𝙼𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚎, 𝚎𝚕 𝚍ɪ́𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚣𝚘́ 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚣 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊  𝚢 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚢𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒 𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛. 𝚈𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞́𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚘 𝚗𝚒 𝚕ɪ́𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎́ 𝚜𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛ɪ́𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚋𝚊, -𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍ɪ́ 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚘, 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛ɪ́𝚊 𝚊𝚢𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍, 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍  𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘.

𝙴𝚜 𝚢 𝚑𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊́𝚜 “𝙰𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚘” 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘. 𝙽𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚗̃𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗ɪ́𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚢  𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊. 

𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚘́ 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎́ 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚣𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊  𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊…𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚎́ 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗ɪ́𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚘́𝚗, 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚎́ 𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚘 ɪ́𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚢 𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚋ɪ́ 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚎́𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚎; -𝚖ɪ́𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚘, 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣?….

𝙴𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚘́ 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚢𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚕ɪ́ 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚌ɪ́𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚄 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚕 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊;  -𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚗, 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚞́𝚗-.

𝙾𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚢𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚘,  𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚘 𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚢 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚘 𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍. 

𝙰 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚢 𝚜𝚞  𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊  𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚣𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊́𝚜 𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜. 𝚄𝚗 𝚍ɪ́𝚊, 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚎́𝚜 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚒 𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚝ɪ́𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛. 𝙲𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚘́ 𝚎𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊́𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚝𝚎𝚗ɪ́𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜ɪ́𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚢𝚘. 𝙰𝚜ɪ́ 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚒 𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚘́ 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕ɪ́. 𝙲𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊, 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊́𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎́𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘́ 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊. 𝙼𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚘́ 𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚎́ 𝚊 𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝ɪ́𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚜. 𝙴𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘́ 𝚖𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚘́𝚗,  𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚘́ 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚜, 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚘́ 𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚍ɪ́𝚊. 

𝚈𝚘 𝚢𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚗ɪ́𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎. 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚗ɪ́𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚢 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚕, 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘. 𝙻𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜ɪ́, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘…

𝙴𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚘́𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚜, 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚣𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗̃𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚢 𝚌𝚘́𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚊. 𝙲𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎́, 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘́ 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊́𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗̃𝚊  𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚣𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚜. 𝙽𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊, 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚣𝚘́ 𝚊 𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚣 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚒 𝚟𝚞𝚕𝚟𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗  𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚐𝚘. 

𝙻𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚣𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚢 𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘. 𝙳𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎 𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚘́ 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚊, 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛ɪ́𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚘 𝚢𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚘́𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚒𝚛… 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗ɪ́𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒. 𝙼𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚘́ 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚟𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚘́𝚗, 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚘́ 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚣𝚘́𝚗 𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚣𝚘́ 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚒 𝚟𝚞𝚕𝚟𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊. 𝙵𝚞𝚎, 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚘, 𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘́ 𝚜𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚄 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚎́ 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊. 𝚂𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘́ 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊. (𝙴𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊). 

𝚄𝚗 𝚍ɪ́𝚊 𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗ɪ́𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊 𝚢 𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎́ 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘́𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚊́𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚎́𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚍ɪ́𝚊. 𝙴𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎. 𝚂𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘 𝚢𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝ɪ́𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 . 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚗ɪ́𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚞́𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊, 𝚢𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛ɪ́𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚖𝚊́𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊 𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎́𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛ɪ́𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚌𝚊 𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚜.

𝚃𝚎𝚗ɪ́𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚟𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊, 𝚏𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚢𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚗ɪ́𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘ɪ́𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚏𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚊, 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚌𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚘. 

𝙰𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕, 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚎 𝙼𝚄𝚈  𝚛𝚊́𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚘, 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚢𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚍𝚎́ 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚊́𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍. 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘́ “𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛” 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛ɪ́𝚊 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘. 

𝙰𝚞𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚜, 𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚌ɪ́𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚟𝚘 “𝚙𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎” 𝚜𝚓𝚜𝚓𝚜𝚓𝚓𝚜𝚜, 𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚍ɪ́𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘́ 𝚎𝚕 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘.  

𝚈 𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘́ 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚎́𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚎́𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚊  𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚍ɪ́ 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎́𝚜. 𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚊𝚜ɪ́ 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚘.

𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗  𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚢  𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎,  𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚜, 𝚝𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚓𝚎, 𝚝𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚢  𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊  𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎.