𝐴 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑎 𝑛𝑢𝑛𝑐𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑐𝑒.
𝑁𝑎̃𝑜 𝑎𝑡𝑒́ 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑢𝑠 𝑙𝑎́𝑏𝑖𝑜𝑠.
𝑈𝑚 “𝑝𝑟𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒” 𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑢𝑚 𝑓𝑖𝑚 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑜.
𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑑𝑒 𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒̂𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑎,
𝑂𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑖́𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑠,
𝐼𝑛𝑣𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑢 𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑎,
𝑆𝑎𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒,
𝐸 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑧𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑟?
𝐴𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑢𝑚 𝑑𝑖𝑎 𝑒𝑢 𝑓𝑢𝑖
𝑃𝑟𝑎 𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑒̂
𝑄𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑚?
