𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚊: 𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚍𝚘, 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜, 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊, 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚊𝚐𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚊, 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘, 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊.

𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘: 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊́𝚛𝚒𝚘, 𝚜𝚘𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚘. 𝚅𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚡𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊, 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚡𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚛, 𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝙰𝙼, 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚖 𝚗𝚘́𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘, 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊́𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜, 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎. 𝙿𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊̃𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚘 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚊.

𝙰𝙼 𝚟𝚊𝚒 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘. 𝙸𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚒𝚡𝚊 𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣. 𝙼𝚊𝚜, 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖... 𝙰𝙼 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚘𝚞, 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖... 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚌̧𝚊...

𝙴𝚞 𝚗𝚊̃𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚘 𝚋𝚘𝚌𝚊. 𝙴 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛."