𝓞𝓼 á𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓱𝓸𝓼 ❗ -  𝟎𝟒-𝟏𝟐-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

𝓝𝓾𝓶 𝓿𝓸𝓸 𝓪𝓾𝓭𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓼𝓸 𝓼𝓾𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓼𝓪𝓼
𝓐𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓻𝓪𝓶 𝓪𝓼 á𝓻𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓼 ,
𝓞𝓷𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓼 á𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓱𝓸𝓼,
𝓖𝓸𝓻𝓳𝓮𝓲𝓪𝓶, 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓼.

𝓔 𝓪 𝓯𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓪 𝓭𝓪 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓪çã𝓸
É 𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓯𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓶𝓪 𝓭𝓪 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓶,
𝓐 𝓼𝓾𝓪 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓪 𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓪 𝓿𝓲𝓫𝓻𝓪çã𝓸,
𝓠𝓾𝓮 𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓪 𝓼𝓾𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓪 𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓶.

𝓔𝓼𝓼𝓮 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓭𝓸 𝓭𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓲𝓭𝓪
𝓐 𝓾𝓶𝓪 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓪 𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓻 𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓪 𝓪𝓸 𝓵𝓾𝓰𝓪𝓻,
𝓐𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓪 𝓪 𝓹𝓪𝔃, 𝓹𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓪,
𝓐𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓪 𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓻â𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓪 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓭𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓯𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓻.

𝓝𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓸𝓷â𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓪 𝓭𝓪 𝓹𝓪𝔃 𝓮 𝓭𝓪 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓪,
𝓤𝓶 𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓸 𝓵á 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮,
𝓔𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓮 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓪𝓼 𝓮 𝓪 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪çã𝓸 𝓿𝓮𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓵,
𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓪 𝓼𝓮𝓭𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓼, 𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮.

𝓢ã𝓸 𝓟𝓪𝓾𝓵𝓸, 𝟎𝟒-𝟏𝟐-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓
𝓐𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓐. 𝓒. 𝓖𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓲𝓪

𝓝𝓸 𝓕𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓸𝓾 𝓥𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝓮𝓾𝓼 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓼:
𝓱𝓽𝓽𝓹://𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓪.𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓽.𝓬𝓸𝓶
𝓱𝓽𝓽𝓹://𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓪𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓪𝓼.𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓽.𝓬𝓸𝓶
𝓱𝓽𝓽𝓹://𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓾𝓭𝓲𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓼.𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓽.𝓬𝓸𝓶
𝓔𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓼.𝓸𝓻𝓰
𝓔 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓭𝓸 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓼𝓐𝓹𝓹: 𝓑𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓪

𝓓𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓸𝓼 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼
𝓜𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓪 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪 𝓭𝓸 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓪 – 𝓟𝓸𝓭𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓱𝓪𝓻

𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕠 𝕒 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖 𝕟ã𝕠 𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕒 ! – 𝟚𝟙-𝟘𝟟-𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟝

𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕠 𝕒 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖 𝕟ã𝕠 𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕒,

𝔼𝕝𝕖 é 𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕕𝕠 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝕟ó𝕤,

𝔼 𝕤𝕖𝕞 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕠, 𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕠 é 𝕧𝕒𝕘𝕠

ℕ𝕒𝕕𝕒 é 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕤𝕠, 𝕟𝕖𝕞 𝕒 𝕧𝕠𝕫.

𝕆 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕤 é 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕠,

ℙ𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕤í𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕤 𝕕𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕦𝕤.

𝔼 𝕟𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕠 𝕖𝕤𝕗𝕠𝕣ç𝕠, 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕠

ℕã𝕠 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕛𝕠𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕦𝕤.

𝕊𝕖𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕠 𝕠𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕤í𝕘𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕤 𝕥𝕖𝕦𝕤,

𝕊ã𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕞 𝕗𝕚𝕞,

𝔻𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕘𝕦𝕚𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕤 𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕦𝕤,

ℚ𝕦𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕧𝕚𝕒𝕞 𝕕𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕗𝕚𝕞.

𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕠 é 𝕕𝕠𝕞 𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕠

𝕄𝕖𝕤𝕞𝕠 𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕕𝕖 𝕟𝕒𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕣,

𝔼𝕝𝕖 𝕛á 𝕟𝕠𝕤 𝕧𝕖𝕞 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕠,

𝕊ó 𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕤, 𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕣.

𝕊ã𝕠 ℙ𝕒𝕦𝕝𝕠, 𝟚𝟙/𝟘𝟟/𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟝 (𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕒 𝕕𝕒 𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕒çã𝕠)

𝔸𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠 𝔸. ℂ. 𝔾𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕒

ℕ𝕠 𝔽𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕠𝕦 𝕍𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕦𝕤 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤:

𝕙𝕥𝕥𝕡://𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕒.𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕥.𝕔𝕠𝕞

𝕙𝕥𝕥𝕡://𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕒𝕤.𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕥.𝕔𝕠𝕞

𝕙𝕥𝕥𝕡://𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕤.𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕥.𝕔𝕠𝕞

𝔼 ℂ𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕟𝕠 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕤𝔸𝕡𝕡: 𝔹𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕒 𝕕𝕒 ℙ𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕒

𝔻𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕤 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕤

𝕄𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕠 𝕒 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕒 𝕕𝕠 𝕡𝕠𝕖𝕞𝕒 – ℙ𝕠𝕕𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕙𝕒𝕣

Teu perfume me fascina !  - 09-12-2025

O perfume que exala

Teu corpo em minha alma,

D’infinito prazer, acalma

Serena, e inda me embala.

É agradável, e olente

Sua essência a revoar,

Do teu corpo, a brotar,

Direi até, que é diferente.

É imanente, dominador...

Essa oriunda sensação,

Que subleva inspiração

Esse é o perfume do amor.

Só sei que ele me fascina,

Tal a florescência da rosa.

Na auréola da paz ditosa,

Envolvida em luz divina.

São Paulo, 09-12-2025 (data da criação)

Armando A. C. Garcia

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𝕹𝖔 𝖒𝖊𝖎𝖔 𝖉𝖔 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖍𝖔  -  𝟐𝟔-𝟎❗-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔

𝕹𝖔 𝖒𝖊𝖎𝖔 𝖉𝖔 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖍𝖔, 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖆 𝖚𝖒𝖆 𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖍𝖊𝖗
𝕿ã𝖔 𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖆 𝖊 𝖙ã𝖔 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖆, 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖔 𝖔 𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖊𝖗,
𝕹𝖔 𝖒𝖊𝖎𝖔 𝖉𝖔 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖍𝖔, 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖍𝖊𝖎 𝖊𝖒 𝖇𝖊𝖎𝖏á-𝖑𝖆
𝕻𝖔𝖗é𝖒, 𝖓𝖔 𝖆𝖚𝖌ú𝖗𝖎𝖔, 𝖆 𝖇𝖔𝖈𝖆 𝖘𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖆.

𝕿𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖘 𝖉𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖑 𝖓𝖔 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖍𝖔 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖒
𝕿𝖔𝖉𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖆, 𝖆 𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖍𝖊𝖗, 𝖏𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖘 𝖔𝖑𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖒,
𝕹𝖔 𝖒𝖊𝖎𝖔 𝖉𝖔 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖍𝖔, 𝖔𝖘 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖍𝖔𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖒
𝕻𝖔𝖗é𝖒, 𝖉𝖆 𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖍𝖊𝖗, 𝖓𝖆 𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖆çã𝖔 𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖒.

𝕾ã𝖔 𝕻𝖆𝖚𝖑𝖔, 𝟐𝟔/𝟎❗/𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔 (𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖆 𝖉𝖆 𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖆çã𝖔) 
𝕬𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔 𝕬. 𝕮. 𝕲𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖎𝖆

𝕹𝖔 𝕱𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖔𝖚 𝖁𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖚𝖘 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖘:
𝖍𝖙𝖙𝖕://𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖉𝖆𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖆.𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖙.𝖈𝖔𝖒
𝖍𝖙𝖙𝖕://𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖆𝖘.𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖙.𝖈𝖔𝖒
𝖍𝖙𝖙𝖕://𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖚𝖉𝖎𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖔𝖘.𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖙.𝖈𝖔𝖒
𝕰𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖘.𝖔𝖗𝖌
𝕰 𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖉𝖔 𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖘𝕬𝖕𝖕: 𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖉𝖆𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖆

𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖎𝖙𝖔𝖘 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖔
𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖔 𝖆 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖆 𝖉𝖔 𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖒𝖆 – 𝕻𝖔𝖉𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖍𝖆𝖗

𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓿𝓮𝔃 ❗  –  𝟐𝟒-𝟎𝟏-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔

𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓿𝓮𝔃, 𝓽𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓮 𝓾𝓶 𝓭𝓲𝓪
𝓝𝓪 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓪 𝓭𝓪 𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓭ã𝓸,
𝓔 𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓪 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓪  
𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓲 𝓪 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓱𝓪 𝓶ã𝓸❗

𝓞 𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓭𝓪
𝓣𝓮𝓾 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓸, 𝓹𝓸𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓭𝓪𝓻,
𝓔 𝓿𝓮𝓻á𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓼 𝓪𝓳𝓾𝓭𝓪
𝓓𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓶 𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓬𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮 𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓻❗

𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓿𝓮𝔃, 𝓮𝓯ê𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓪 𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓪, 
𝓞𝓾 𝓭𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓵, 𝓬𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓰𝓸 𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓸,
𝓘𝓵𝓾𝓼ã𝓸... 𝓭𝓮𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓭𝓮 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓪,
𝓞 𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓻 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓲𝓵𝓪 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓸.

𝓢ã𝓸 𝓟𝓪𝓾𝓵𝓸, 𝟐𝟒/𝟎𝟏/𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔 (𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓪 𝓭𝓪 𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓪çã𝓸)
𝓐𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓐. 𝓒. 𝓖𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓲𝓪

𝓝𝓸 𝓕𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓸𝓾 𝓥𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝓮𝓾𝓼               𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓼:𝓱𝓽𝓽𝓹://𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓪.𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓽.𝓬𝓸𝓶
𝓱𝓽𝓽𝓹://𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓪𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓪𝓼.𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓽.𝓬𝓸𝓶
𝓱𝓽𝓽𝓹://𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓾𝓭𝓲𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓼.𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓽.𝓬𝓸𝓶
𝓔𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓼.𝓸𝓻𝓰
𝓔 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓭𝓸 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓼𝓐𝓹𝓹: 𝓑𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓪

𝓓𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓸𝓼 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓸
𝓜𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓪 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪 𝓭𝓸 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓪 – 𝓟𝓸𝓭𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓱𝓪𝓻

𝕃𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕛𝕠𝕤 ! – 𝟙𝟙-𝟙𝟚-𝟚𝟡𝟚𝟝

ℕ𝕠 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕠 𝕕𝕒 𝕤𝕒𝕦𝕕𝕒𝕕𝕖,
ℚ𝕦𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖ç𝕠𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕚,
ℕ𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕒 𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕚 𝕒 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕕𝕒𝕕𝕖
ℕ𝕖𝕞 𝕝𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕠... 𝕤𝕖 𝕒 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕚.

ℕ𝕠𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕒ç𝕠𝕤 𝕕𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕕𝕒𝕕𝕖
ℕ𝕠𝕤 𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕠𝕤 𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕣𝕖çõ𝕖𝕤,
𝔹𝕦𝕤𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕚 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕕𝕖
- 𝕊ó 𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕡çõ𝕖𝕤.

𝔽𝕠𝕚 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕔𝕒í𝕕𝕒𝕤
ℚ𝕦𝕖 𝕠 𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕒.
𝕃𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕒í𝕕𝕒𝕤,
𝔻𝕠 𝕡é, 𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕛𝕖 é 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕒.

𝕊𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕝𝕠 𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠
𝕍ã𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠 𝕕𝕖 𝕝𝕦𝕘𝕒𝕣,
𝔸𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕞 𝕞𝕖𝕦 𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠
ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠 𝕥𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕣 !

𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕤 𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕟ç𝕒𝕤
𝕃𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕛𝕠𝕤 𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕠𝕤,
𝕀𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕟ç𝕒𝕤,
𝔻𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕤 𝕧𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕠𝕤 !

𝕊ã𝕠 ℙ𝕒𝕦𝕝𝕠, 𝟙𝟙-𝟙𝟚-𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟝
𝔸𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠 𝔸. ℂ. 𝔾𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕒

ℕ𝕠 𝔽𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕠𝕦 𝕍𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕦𝕤 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤:
𝕙𝕥𝕥𝕡://𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕒.𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕥.𝕔𝕠𝕞
𝕙𝕥𝕥𝕡://𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕒𝕤.𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕥.𝕔𝕠𝕞
𝕙𝕥𝕥𝕡://𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕤.𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕥.𝕔𝕠𝕞
𝔼𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕤.𝕠𝕣𝕘
𝔼 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕕𝕠 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕤𝔸𝕡𝕡: 𝔹𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕒

𝔻𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕤 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕤
𝕄𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕠 𝕒 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕒 𝕕𝕠 𝕡𝕠𝕖𝕞𝕒 – ℙ𝕠𝕕𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕙𝕒𝕣

A ᴠɪᴅᴀ é ᴜᴍᴀ ᴛᴀʀᴇꜰᴀ. – 13-12-2025

A ᴠɪᴅᴀ é ᴜᴍᴀ ᴛᴀʀᴇꜰᴀ
Qᴜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪꜱᴀ ꜱᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴᴄʟᴜíᴅᴀ,
Nãᴏ ᴄᴏᴍ ᴄᴏʀʀɪᴅᴀ, ɴᴇᴍ ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴀ.
- Mᴀꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪꜱᴀ ꜱᴇʀ ᴠɪᴠɪᴅᴀ.

Dᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇ ᴅᴀ ɪɴɪᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴠᴀ
Dᴇ ᴄᴀᴅᴀ ᴜᴍ, ᴇꜱꜱᴀ ᴛᴀʀᴇꜰᴀ,
Nãᴏ ʜá ᴍᴜɪᴛᴀ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴀ
É ᴍᴜɪᴛᴏ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴀᴛʀᴇꜰᴀ,

Qᴜᴇ ᴇꜱᴛᴇ ᴍᴜɴᴅᴏ ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀ.
Tᴜᴀ ᴛᴀʀᴇꜰᴀ, ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛᴀ,
Tᴀʟ ʟᴀʙᴜᴛᴀ ɴᴏꜱ ᴇɴꜱɪɴᴀ, 
A ɴᴏꜱꜱᴏꜱ ᴅɪᴀꜱ ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɴɢᴀʀ.

Há ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀᴛᴇᴍᴘᴏꜱ ɴᴀ ᴠɪᴅᴀ,
Mᴀꜱ ᴛᴀᴍʙéᴍ ʜá ᴀʟᴇɢʀɪᴀꜱ,
Uɴꜱ ᴛêᴍ ᴍᴜɪᴛᴀ ᴄᴏᴍɪᴅᴀ
Mᴀꜱ ᴠɪᴠᴇᴍ ɴᴀ ᴍᴇʟᴀɴᴄᴏʟɪᴀ.

Oᴜᴛʀᴏꜱ, ᴘᴏᴜᴄᴏ ᴘʀᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇʀ
Sãᴏ ᴀʟᴇɢʀᴇꜱ ᴇ ꜰᴇʟɪᴢᴇꜱ,
Nãᴏ ꜱᴇ ᴅᴇɪxᴀᴍ ᴇꜱᴠᴀᴇᴄᴇʀ
Nᴀꜱ ꜰᴀʟʜᴀꜱ, ᴏᴜ ɴᴏꜱ ᴅᴇꜱʟɪᴢᴇꜱ,

Cᴜᴍᴘʀᴇᴍ ɪɴᴛᴇɢʀᴀʟᴍᴇɴᴛᴇ
A ᴛᴀʀᴇꜰᴀ ɪɴꜱᴛɪᴛᴜíᴅᴀ;
Aqᴜᴇʟᴏᴜᴛʀᴏꜱ, ɢᴇʀᴀʟᴍᴇɴᴛᴇ,
Lᴇᴠᴀᴍ ᴀ ᴠɪᴅᴀ ᴘᴇʀᴅɪᴅᴀ.

Sãᴏ Pᴀᴜʟᴏ, 13-12-2025
Aʀᴍᴀɴᴅᴏ A. C. Gᴀʀᴄɪᴀ

Nᴏ Fᴀᴄᴇʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏᴜ Vɪꜱɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴇᴜꜱ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ:
ʜᴛᴛᴘ://ʙʀɪꜱᴀᴅᴀᴘᴏᴇꜱɪᴀ.ʙʟᴏɢꜱᴘᴏᴛ.ᴄᴏᴍ
ʜᴛᴛᴘ://ᴄʀɪᴀɴᴄᴀꜱᴘᴏᴇꜱɪᴀꜱ.ʙʟᴏɢꜱᴘᴏᴛ.ᴄᴏᴍ
ʜᴛᴛᴘ://ᴘʀᴇʟᴜᴅɪᴏᴅᴇꜱᴏɴᴇᴛᴏꜱ.ʙʟᴏɢꜱᴘᴏᴛ.ᴄᴏᴍ
Eꜱᴄʀɪᴛᴀꜱ.ᴏʀɢ
E ᴄᴀɴᴀʟ ᴅᴏ WʜᴀᴛꜱAᴘᴘ: Bʀɪꜱᴀᴅᴀᴘᴏᴇꜱɪᴀ

Dɪʀᴇɪᴛᴏꜱ ᴀᴜᴛᴏʀᴀɪꜱ ʀᴇɢɪꜱᴛʀᴀᴅᴏꜱ
Mᴀɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴏ ᴀ ᴀᴜᴛᴏʀɪᴀ ᴅᴏ ᴘᴏᴇᴍᴀ – Pᴏᴅᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴛɪʟʜᴀʀ

Dɪᴀ ᴀᴘóꜱ ᴅɪᴀ ! -  12-12-2025

Qᴜᴇᴍ ᴄᴏᴍ ᴘᴏᴜᴄᴏ ᴠɪᴠᴇ ᴀʟᴇɢʀᴇᴍᴇɴᴛᴇ
É ᴜᴍ ꜱáʙɪᴏ ᴅᴀ ᴠɪᴅᴀ, ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀᴍᴇɴᴛᴇ,
Pᴏɪꜱ ᴅᴏ ᴍᴜɴᴅᴏ, ɴᴀᴅᴀ ʟᴇᴠᴀ ᴏ ᴅɪᴛᴏꜱᴏ,
Aᴏ ᴛʀᴏᴄᴀʀ, ᴅᴇꜱᴛᴇ ᴏʀʙᴇ ᴀɴꜱɪᴏꜱᴏ.

Sᴇᴜꜱ ᴅᴇꜱᴇᴊᴏꜱ ɴãᴏ ᴛêᴍ ᴀᴠᴀʀᴀ ʟɪᴅᴀ
Cᴏᴍ ᴘᴏᴜᴄᴏ, ᴛᴇᴍ ᴜᴍᴀ ᴛʀᴀɴqᴜɪʟᴀ ᴠɪᴅᴀ,
Sᴇᴍ ꜱᴇᴅᴇ ᴅᴇ ɢᴀɴâɴᴄɪᴀ ᴀᴍʙɪᴄɪᴏꜱᴀ,
Dᴀ ᴠɪᴅᴀ, ɢᴏᴢᴀ ᴀ ꜱᴜᴀ ᴘʀóᴘʀɪᴀ ᴠɪᴅᴀ.

Cᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴇᴍ, ᴇ ʙᴇʙᴇ, ꜱᴇᴍ ᴏꜱ ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴏꜱ
Aʟɪᴍᴇɴᴛᴀꜱꜱᴇ ᴄᴏᴍ ᴘᴏᴜᴄᴏ, ᴇꜱꜱᴇ é ᴏ ᴛᴇʀᴍᴏ.
Tᴇᴍ ɴᴏ ᴀʀ, ꜱᴜᴀ ᴇxᴄᴇʟꜱᴀ ꜱᴜᴘʀᴇᴍᴀᴄɪᴀ,
E ᴠᴀɪ ᴠɪᴠᴇɴᴅᴏ ꜰᴇʟɪᴢ, ᴅɪᴀ ᴀᴘóꜱ ᴅɪᴀ!

Sãᴏ Pᴀᴜʟᴏ, 12-12-2025
Aʀᴍᴀɴᴅᴏ A. C. Gᴀʀᴄɪᴀ

Nᴏ Fᴀᴄᴇʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏᴜ Vɪꜱɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴇᴜꜱ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ:
ʜᴛᴛᴘ://ʙʀɪꜱᴀᴅᴀᴘᴏᴇꜱɪᴀ.ʙʟᴏɢꜱᴘᴏᴛ.ᴄᴏᴍ
ʜᴛᴛᴘ://ᴄʀɪᴀɴᴄᴀꜱᴘᴏᴇꜱɪᴀꜱ.ʙʟᴏɢꜱᴘᴏᴛ.ᴄᴏᴍ
ʜᴛᴛᴘ://ᴘʀᴇʟᴜᴅɪᴏᴅᴇꜱᴏɴᴇᴛᴏꜱ.ʙʟᴏɢꜱᴘᴏᴛ.ᴄᴏᴍ
Eꜱᴄʀɪᴛᴀꜱ.ᴏʀɢ
E ᴄᴀɴᴀʟ ᴅᴏ WʜᴀᴛꜱAᴘᴘ: Bʀɪꜱᴀᴅᴀᴘᴏᴇꜱɪᴀ

Dɪʀᴇɪᴛᴏꜱ ᴀᴜᴛᴏʀᴀɪꜱ ʀᴇɢɪꜱᴛʀᴀᴅᴏꜱ
Mᴀɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴏ ᴀ ᴀᴜᴛᴏʀɪᴀ ᴅᴏ ᴘᴏᴇᴍᴀ – Pᴏᴅᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴛɪʟʜᴀʀ

O ᴇᴄᴏ ᴅᴜᴍ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛᴏ !  - 13-12-2025

É ᴀʙᴊᴇᴛᴏ ᴏ óᴅɪᴏ ᴏᴜ ᴏ ᴅᴇꜱᴅéᴍ
Fúᴛɪʟ ᴘɪꜱᴀʀ ᴏꜱ ᴘéꜱ ᴅᴇ ᴀʟɢᴜéᴍ,
Tᴏᴅᴏꜱ ᴛᴇᴍᴏꜱ ᴜᴍ ᴅɪᴀ ᴅᴇ ᴛᴏʀᴍᴇɴᴛᴏ,
Mᴀꜱ é ɪɴúᴛɪʟ, ᴘᴇʀᴠᴇʀꜱᴏ ꜱᴇɴᴛɪᴍᴇɴᴛᴏ.

Iʀᴀ ᴇ ʀᴀɪᴠᴀ, ꜱãᴏ ᴏ ᴇᴄᴏ ᴅᴜᴍ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛᴏ,
Mᴀɪꜱ ᴛᴀʀᴅᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍɪꜱᴇʀᴀçãᴏ é ᴜᴍ ʟᴀᴍᴇɴᴛᴏ,
Vᴇᴍᴏꜱ qᴜᴇ ᴛᴜᴅᴏ ɪꜱꜱᴏ ɪɢɴóʙɪʟ, ꜰᴏɪ ᴇᴍ ᴠãᴏ.
E ʀᴇɴᴀꜱᴄᴇ ɴᴏ ᴘᴇɪᴛᴏ ᴏ ᴀᴍᴏʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴜɴɪãᴏ.

Nᴇꜱᴛᴇ ᴍᴜɴᴅᴏ, ᴛᴏᴅᴏꜱ ɴóꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴏꜱ ɪʀᴍãᴏꜱ,
Uᴍ ʀɪꜱᴏ, ᴜᴍᴀ ᴀʟᴇɢʀɪᴀ, ᴜᴍ ᴀᴘᴇʀᴛᴏ ᴅᴇ ᴍãᴏꜱ
Cᴏᴍᴏ ᴀ Fêɴɪx ᴅᴀ ᴛᴀʟ ᴍɪᴛᴏʟᴏɢɪᴀ ɢʀᴇɢᴀ,
Sᴇʀá ꜱᴇᴍᴘʀᴇ ᴀ ᴀᴅᴇꜱãᴏ qᴜᴇ ɴᴏꜱ ᴄᴏɴɢʀᴇɢᴀ!

Sãᴏ Pᴀᴜʟᴏ, 13-12-2025
Aʀᴍᴀɴᴅᴏ A. C. Gᴀʀᴄɪᴀ

Nᴏ Fᴀᴄᴇʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏᴜ Vɪꜱɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴇᴜꜱ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ:
ʜᴛᴛᴘ://ʙʀɪꜱᴀᴅᴀᴘᴏᴇꜱɪᴀ.ʙʟᴏɢꜱᴘᴏᴛ.ᴄᴏᴍ
ʜᴛᴛᴘ://ᴄʀɪᴀɴᴄᴀꜱᴘᴏᴇꜱɪᴀꜱ.ʙʟᴏɢꜱᴘᴏᴛ.ᴄᴏᴍ
ʜᴛᴛᴘ://ᴘʀᴇʟᴜᴅɪᴏᴅᴇꜱᴏɴᴇᴛᴏꜱ.ʙʟᴏɢꜱᴘᴏᴛ.ᴄᴏᴍ
Eꜱᴄʀɪᴛᴀꜱ.ᴏʀɢ
E ᴄᴀɴᴀʟ ᴅᴏ WʜᴀᴛꜱAᴘᴘ: Bʀɪꜱᴀᴅᴀᴘᴏᴇꜱɪᴀ

Dɪʀᴇɪᴛᴏꜱ ᴀᴜᴛᴏʀᴀɪꜱ ʀᴇɢɪꜱᴛʀᴀᴅᴏꜱ
Mᴀɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴏ ᴀ ᴀᴜᴛᴏʀɪᴀ ᴅᴏ ᴘᴏᴇᴍᴀ – Pᴏᴅᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴛɪʟʜᴀʀ

É 𝙧𝙞𝙤 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙧,  -  05-12-2025

𝙑ã𝙤-𝙨𝙚 𝙚𝙨𝙫𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙨,    
𝘾𝙤𝙢 𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨, 𝙤𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙨,
𝘿𝙤𝙨 𝙟ú𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙨, 𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙨,
𝘿𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙣ç𝙖𝙨, 𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙨.

𝙑ã𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙩ã𝙤 𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚,
𝙌𝙪𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙢 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙧, 𝙚𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙨,
𝙉𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙨𝙘𝙖 𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚,
𝙌𝙪𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚ç𝙖, 𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙨.

𝙎𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙜𝙪𝙢𝙖 𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙣ç𝙖 𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙖,
𝙉𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙘𝙧𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙗𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤,
𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙥𝙤𝙪-𝙨𝙚, 𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝙢𝙪𝙞 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙖...
𝙌𝙪𝙚 é 𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙖, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤.

𝙊 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙤, é 𝙧𝙞𝙤 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙧,
𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙡á, 𝙚𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙗𝙧𝙪ç𝙖 𝙚 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙖,
𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙤𝙪 𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙤 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙧,
𝘼𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙖, 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙤 𝙚𝙡𝙚 𝙚𝙨𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙤𝙖!

𝙎ã𝙤 𝙋𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙤, 05-12-2025
𝘼𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝘼. 𝘾. 𝙂𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙖

𝙉𝙤 𝙁𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙤𝙪 𝙑𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙪𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨:
𝙝𝙩𝙩𝙥://𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙖.𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩.𝙘𝙤𝙢
𝙝𝙩𝙩𝙥://𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙨.𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩.𝙘𝙤𝙢
𝙝𝙩𝙩𝙥://𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙨.𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩.𝙘𝙤𝙢
𝙀𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙨.𝙤𝙧𝙜
𝙀 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙤 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙨𝘼𝙥𝙥: 𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙖

𝘿𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙨 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙨
𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙖 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖 𝙙𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙢𝙖 – 𝙋𝙤𝙙𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙝𝙖𝙧