Luis Fidel Durán-Venezuela
Director general Consorcio Universal de la Ciencia y Bellas Artes CUCBA, editor de la revista Arte y Literatura, titular del grupo Post y Letras.
Editor de varias antologías entre ellas: Somos de Post y Letras. Homenajeado por la Radio Ecos Poéticos en 12 canciones, doce poemas y tú en 2022.
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𝐹𝑈𝐸𝐺𝑂
𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑦ó 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑟𝑖𝑜: 𝑙𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑡ó 𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑎 𝑦 𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎 𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑜𝑠.
𝐿𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑎 𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎 𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑚á𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑦𝑒 𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑏𝑎 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑟.
𝐸𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑜 𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑟ó 𝑠𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑛𝑢𝑑𝑜𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑙 𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑜 𝑟𝑖𝑚ó 𝑠𝑜𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑐𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑜, 𝑦, 𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑙𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑠.
𝐴𝑢𝑡𝑜𝑟í𝑎:
𝐿𝑢𝑖𝑠 𝐷𝑢𝑟á𝑛-𝑉𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑧𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑎
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𝐸𝑋𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑁𝐶𝐼𝐴
𝐴ℎí 𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜, 𝑐𝑜𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑎 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑖ó𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑏𝑎 𝑦 𝑒𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑜: 𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑖ó𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑢𝑑𝑒, 𝑙𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑠𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑎 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜.
𝐿𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑎 𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑒ñ𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑜, 𝑙𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑝í𝑎, 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑐𝑟𝑜.
𝐿𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑒, 𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑜𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑 𝑦
𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑠.
𝐿𝑢𝑖𝑠 𝐹𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝐷𝑢𝑟á𝑛-𝑉𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑧𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑎
𝐷𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑒, 2023.
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𝑯𝑼𝑹𝑻𝑶
𝑁𝑢𝑏𝑙ó 𝑙𝑎 𝑣𝑜𝑧 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑜; 𝑒𝑙 𝑐𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑡ó 𝑏𝑎𝑗𝑜 𝑙𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒, 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑖ó 𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒. 𝐶𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎.
𝑇ú, 𝑒𝑥ℎ𝑖𝑏𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑝𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑁𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒. ¿𝑄𝑢𝑖é𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑟á 𝑎 𝑙𝑎 𝑡𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝑣𝑎𝑐í𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒? 𝑀𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑔í𝑎 𝑦𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒, 𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡á𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑏𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑎ñ𝑜.
𝐿𝑢𝑖𝑠 𝐷𝑢𝑟á𝑛-𝑉𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑧𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑎
𝑆𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑒-2023
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𝑳𝑬𝑱𝑨𝑵Í𝑨-𝑨𝑩𝑹𝑨𝒁𝑶 𝑫𝑬 𝑳𝑨 𝑳𝑼𝑵𝑨 𝑶𝑺𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑨
𝑬𝒍 𝒑𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂 𝒆𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒐,
𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒂 𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒐;
𝒅𝒆𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒐, 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒍 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒈𝒐
𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒐 𝒅𝒆 𝒍𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒍 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒛ó 𝒆𝒍 𝒐𝒄é𝒂𝒏𝒐.
𝑳𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂 𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒓ó 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒔á𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒐
𝒄𝒊𝒈ü𝒆ñ𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒔𝒐.
¡𝑬𝒔 𝒍𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒊ó!
𝑻á𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒔, 𝒗𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒂 𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒊ó𝒏 𝒆𝒏
𝑻𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒂 𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒅
𝑬𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒐.
𝒀 𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐… 𝑯𝒂𝒚…, 𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐;
𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒂 𝒔𝒖 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒂 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊ó𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂
𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒂 𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒊ó𝒏 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒆 𝒍𝒂 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒛𝒂
𝒅𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒐 𝒅𝒆 𝒍𝒂 𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒐.
𝑳𝒖𝒊𝒔 𝑫𝒖𝒓á𝒏-𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒛𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒂
5-𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒐-2023
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𝐸𝑋𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐼𝑅Í𝐴
𝑀𝑖 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑎 𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑜:
𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑖ó𝑛 𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠.
𝑆𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑎 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑗𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑎𝑑𝑜; 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒 ℎ𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑟.
𝐴𝑢𝑡𝑜𝑟í𝑎:
𝐿𝑢𝑖𝑠 𝐷𝑢𝑟á𝑛-𝑉𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑧𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑎.
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𝐶𝐼𝐶𝐿𝑂
!𝑉𝑖𝑑𝑎! 𝐿𝑎 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑒𝑑𝑒 𝑦 𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑒 𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑠.
𝐷𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟é 𝑒𝑙 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑎ñ𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝑣𝑖𝑎𝑗𝑒 𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑎 𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑒, 𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑛, 𝑖𝑟 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑎ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑎 𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑜.
𝐸𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑟 𝑒𝑙 ℎ𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑠, 𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜 𝑦 𝑒𝑙 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜 𝑣𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑙 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜.
𝐿𝑢𝑖𝑠 𝐹𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝐷𝑢𝑟á𝑛-𝑉𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑧𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑎
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𝐿𝐴 𝑃𝐼𝐸𝐿 𝐸𝑁 𝐸𝑆𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴
𝑌𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑔𝑢𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑐𝑖ó𝑛 𝑒𝑡é𝑟𝑒𝑎, 𝑏𝑎𝑗𝑜 𝑙𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑛 𝑒𝑠𝑓𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑧𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒.
𝐸𝑙 𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑎 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒, 𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑐𝑖é𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑒.
𝐿𝑎 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎 𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑎 𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑛𝑢𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑠.
𝐸𝑙 𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑜 𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑎 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑙 𝑒𝑛 𝑝𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑎 𝑓𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖ó𝑛.
“𝐿𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑎 𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑎” 𝑦 𝑒𝑙 𝑒𝑠𝑝í𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑢 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡í𝑎 𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎 𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑢𝑑𝑎; 𝑒𝑛 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝑝𝑒𝑧ó𝑛 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑎 𝑠𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑟 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑜 ú𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑐𝑒.
𝑁𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑜𝑙𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑎ñ𝑎𝑛𝑎, 𝑛𝑖 𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑜𝑗𝑜𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑎 𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑟í𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑛í𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑓𝑒, 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚á𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑜; “𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑢𝑛𝑜” 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑢𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑏í𝑎 𝑠𝑜ñ𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑧ó𝑛, 𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎ñ𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑗𝑜𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑙í ℎ𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒, 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑛 “𝐸𝑙𝑙𝑎” (𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑎, 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑙𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎ñ𝑎𝑑𝑎). 𝐸𝑐ℎ𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑗𝑎𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑎, 𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑙í 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑜, “𝑠𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑎𝑟” 𝐶𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑛𝑢𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑙, 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑑𝑟𝑖ñ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑔é𝑛𝑒𝑜; 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒 “É𝑙”, 𝑠𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑜, 𝑦 𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑎 𝑙𝑎 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑦𝑎; 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙.
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