𝑆𝑖 𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑑𝑎 𝑒𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒,
𝑑𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑢𝑦𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒,
𝑦 𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑢𝑠 𝑜𝑗𝑜𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑜́𝑛 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑎,
𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑠𝑜, 𝑚𝑖 𝑑𝑢𝑒𝑛̃𝑜, 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑎.
𝑃𝑢𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑖 𝑡𝑢𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑧𝑜𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑖 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜́𝑛,
𝑠𝑒𝑟𝜄́𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑎 𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑢𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑜́𝑛.
𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑎 𝑚𝑖 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝜄́𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑢 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑟,
𝑦 𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑜, 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑧 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟.
⸻ 𝐶𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝐿𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡
𝑑𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑢𝑦𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒,
𝑦 𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑢𝑠 𝑜𝑗𝑜𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑜́𝑛 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑎,
𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑠𝑜, 𝑚𝑖 𝑑𝑢𝑒𝑛̃𝑜, 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑎.
𝑃𝑢𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑖 𝑡𝑢𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑧𝑜𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑖 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜́𝑛,
𝑠𝑒𝑟𝜄́𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑎 𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑢𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑜́𝑛.
𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑎 𝑚𝑖 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝜄́𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑢 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑟,
𝑦 𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑜, 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑧 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟.
⸻ 𝐶𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝐿𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡
𝑆𝑖 𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑑𝑎 𝑒𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒,
𝑑𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑢𝑦𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒,
𝑦 𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑢𝑠 𝑜𝑗𝑜𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑜́𝑛 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑎,
𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑠𝑜, 𝑚𝑖 𝑑𝑢𝑒𝑛̃𝑜, 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑎.
𝑃𝑢𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑖 𝑡𝑢𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑧𝑜𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑖 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜́𝑛,
𝑠𝑒𝑟𝜄́𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑎 𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑢𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑜́𝑛.
𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑎 𝑚𝑖 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝜄́𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑢 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑟,
𝑦 𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑜, 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑧 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟.
⸻ 𝐶𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝐿𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡
