𝐴𝑙𝑚𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑎.
𝐴𝑙𝑚𝑎, 𝑠𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑜 𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑟.
𝐶𝑜́𝑚𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑙 𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑒, 𝑚𝑖 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑎 𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒.
𝑃𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒, 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑒.𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑟, 𝑙𝑎 𝑖𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒 𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑟.
𝑃𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝐴𝑙𝑚𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑎, 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑎 𝑛𝑖 𝑠𝑎𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑜.
𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑜́𝑛 𝑒𝑠 𝑢𝑛 𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑜, 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑑𝑖́𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑎 𝑢𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑐𝑜 𝑚𝑎́𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑖 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑗𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑢 𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎, 𝑦 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑠 𝑡𝑢 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑦𝑎 𝑛𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎́.
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