𝚂𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜í. 𝙻𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚊𝚗 𝚢 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚗, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗. 𝙰𝚕𝚕í 𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎, 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚊 𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚣 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒ó𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚒 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚘, 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚢𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚗í𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛.