"Ｐｒｅｍｏｎｉçãｏ"

𝚄𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚊, 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎
"𝐓𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮é𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞 - 𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞 𝐨 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫" , 𝚎𝚞 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚙á𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚙𝚛ó𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊.

"𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐳 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐞 𝐯𝐢
𝐃𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐨
𝐐𝐮𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐜ê 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚
𝐀 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐞𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢a
𝐎 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐨"

𝚏𝚘𝚒 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚟𝚒 𝚟𝚘𝚌ê 𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚘. 𝙼𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋é𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚘.
𝙴𝚞 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚊ç𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝ã𝚘 𝚎𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒 𝚊 𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚞𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞é𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞é𝚖 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛á 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚘. 𝙴 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚌ê 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚛, 𝚎𝚞 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎. 𝙱𝚎𝚖 𝚎𝚞 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚞 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚌ê 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚐ú𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚜.
𝙴 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚌ê 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚞, 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚊. 𝙽𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚌ê 𝚓𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚡𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚣𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚟𝚘𝚌ê 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚘, 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛é𝚖 𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚊. 𝙼𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕ê𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛.
𝙴𝚗𝚝ã𝚘 𝚎𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚒, 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋é𝚖 𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗ç𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚊í𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚕á𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚜, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚜𝚊í𝚊, 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚞 𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚛á 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚛.
𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚟𝚘𝚌ê 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚣õ𝚎𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚟𝚘𝚌ê 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚝ã𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚖 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘, 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚊, 𝚜ó 𝚟𝚎𝚓𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊çã𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚞𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚓á 𝚏𝚘𝚒 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚡𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎 𝚕𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚖ã𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚜.
𝙼𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘? 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚛í𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚜, 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚝é 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘 𝚊 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊çã𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚕 𝚎 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘𝚜, 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛í𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚗ó𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋é𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜.
𝙼𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚖 𝚎𝚞 𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚖 𝚟𝚘𝚌ê 𝚎𝚜𝚝á𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊. 𝚅𝚘𝚌ê 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚌ê 𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊çã𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚛𝚎.
𝚃𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚟𝚘𝚌ê 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚓𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚞𝚖 𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚎𝚞 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚓𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎ç𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚖 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞é𝚖. 𝚂𝚎𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎. 𝚃𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚘 𝚚𝚞ã𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞í𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜.
𝙼𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚞𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚌ê 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚣 𝚛𝚒𝚛, 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚑𝚊ç𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜, 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚞𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛í𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚜. 𝙴𝚞 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊, 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚌ê 𝚏𝚘𝚒 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋é𝚖 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚜 ú𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚜.
𝚃𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚟𝚘𝚌ê 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚞 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚊 𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞é𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚞𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣, 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚘, 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚒 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝ó𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊.

𝙴𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚓𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚣 𝚎𝚖 𝚜𝚒 𝚙𝚛ó𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚓𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊çã𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚛. 𝙴𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚞 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚙𝚛ó𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊, 𝚗𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕 é 𝚊 ú𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚊.

𝐎𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐒𝐨𝐥, 𝐩𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐚.
- 𝐜𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫, 𝐥𝐮𝐚.

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