03/12/2025
À 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘰 𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝘰 𝘢𝘳 𝘷𝘢𝘪 𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘩𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘢. 𝘌𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘴, 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘴 𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘴, 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘢-𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘻𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴ã𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘴í𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘻𝘪𝘳 𝘶𝘮 𝘤𝘦𝘯á𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘰, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘴𝘦 𝘰 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢çõ𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢. 𝘔𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢, 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰, 𝘱𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘳-𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳: 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘪çã𝘰 𝘯𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘢𝘴, 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯ç𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘮 𝘫á 𝘯ã𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘵á, 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘴.
𝘊𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘶𝘴ê𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘢, 𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯ç𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘹𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢 ú𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢, e é 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘫𝘢. 𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘮 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘵á𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘰, 𝘰 𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘭 é 𝘶𝘮 𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰: 𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘩𝘢, 𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘩𝘪𝘢, 𝘥𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘢. 𝘜𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘥𝘦, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘳.
𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘻 𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘯ã𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘫𝘢 𝘯𝘢 𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘤𝘶çã𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘤á𝘷𝘦𝘭, 𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰, na 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘴 à 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘢, 𝘯ã𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘳, 𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳. 𝘓𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘦-𝘴𝘦: 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘢𝘮í𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘰𝘴 é 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘵í𝘷𝘦𝘭, nã𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘰, 𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘰, e 𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘰, 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘪 𝘴ó, 𝘫á é 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢çã𝘰.