𝐸𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑖́𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑛̃𝑜, 𝑐𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑢́𝑛 𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑛̃𝑖́𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑖́𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑠, ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑖́𝑎 𝑢𝑛 𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑛𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝑜𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑗𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑜𝑠𝑜 𝐼𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝐿𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝐻𝑖𝑗𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑉𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑎, 𝑒𝑙 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑧𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑠, 𝑦 𝑑𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑦𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑦 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜 𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑖́𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑜.

𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑜, 𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑢 𝑗𝑢𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑑, 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑎 𝑙𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑧𝑎, 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑢𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑗𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑦 𝑢𝑛 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑜 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑙𝑒́𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑢 ℎ𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑟. 𝑆𝑢 𝑛𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑒, 𝑠𝑢 ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑟, 𝑠𝑢 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑝𝑒, 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑜 𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑛 𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑟 𝑦 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑟 𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑗𝑜𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑎 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑎. 𝑈𝑛𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑜́𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎, 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖́𝑑𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑎 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑜́𝑛 𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑧𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑠, 𝑑𝑒𝑗𝑜́ 𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑎𝑖́𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑜𝑠, 𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑎 𝑠𝑢 𝑠𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑙 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒.

𝐿𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑜́ 𝑏𝑎𝑗𝑜 𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑠, 𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑗𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑛̃𝑜, 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑗𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑎 𝑢𝑛𝑜 𝑎 𝑢𝑛𝑜, ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑜 𝑒́𝑙 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑜́ 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑒, 𝑢𝑛 𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑠. 𝑆𝑢 𝑚𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒, 𝑠𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒, 𝑓𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑢𝑛 𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑜. 𝐸𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑢 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙, 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑜́𝑛 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑎, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑢𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑎́𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑎́, 𝑒𝑛𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑖𝑜́ 𝑠𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑎, 𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑣𝑎́𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑢́𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑦 𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑎́𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑗𝑜𝑠, ℎ𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑢𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑜.

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠, 𝑣𝑎𝑔𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑜, 𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑜. 𝐴𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝑠𝑢 𝑡𝑖́𝑡𝑢𝑙𝑜, 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑖́𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑜 𝑑𝑖́𝑎. 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑜 𝑢𝑛𝑎 ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑚𝑎́𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒́𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑒, 𝑦 𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑜́𝑛, 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑗𝑎𝑚𝑎́𝑠 𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑔𝑎: 𝑙𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑢́𝑛 𝑑𝑖́𝑎 𝑎𝑙 𝑙𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑧 𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑜́ ℎ𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑟, 𝑦 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑎ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑢 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎.