Teu langor !

 

Teu langor !  -  09-07-2025

 

Em teus confusos esgares

De progressivo langor,

São no fim, preliminares

Nas sombras do impudor.

 

Tudo é confuso e difuso

Ao que a vida nos dá,

Cada instante é ocluso,

Andamos ao Deus dará.

 

Imaginando o sentido

Da vida maravilhosa,

‘stamos no mundo perdido

Numa esperança ansiosa,

 

Se viver é o intento

Que envolve nossa vida,

De momento a momento,

Podemos estar de partida.

 

São Paulo, 09/07/2025 (data da criação)

Armando A. C. Garcia

 

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 Cᴀꜱᴜʟᴏ ᴇꜱᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴅᴏ  - 09-07-2025

Eɴᴛʀᴇ ᴜᴍ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛᴏ ᴇ ᴏᴜᴛʀᴏ

Sɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴠɪᴅᴀ ᴏꜱᴄɪᴛᴀʀ,

Pᴇɴꜱᴀᴍᴇɴᴛᴏꜱ, é ᴅᴇꜱᴛᴏᴜᴛʀᴏ

Eꜱqᴜᴇᴄɪᴅᴏ ᴇ ꜱɪɴɢᴜʟᴀʀ;

Nãᴏ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀ ᴀ ᴍᴇʟᴀɴᴄᴏʟɪᴀ

Dᴀ ᴀʟᴍᴀ ᴇ ᴅᴏ ᴄᴏʀᴀçãᴏ,

Sᴇ ᴀ ꜰᴏʀçᴀ, ᴇꜱᴛá ᴠᴀᴢɪᴀ

Nãᴏ ʜá ᴍᴏʀᴀʟ, ɴᴇᴍ ʀᴀᴢãᴏ.

Nᴏꜱ ᴅɪᴀꜱ ᴅᴇ ᴀᴍᴀʀɢᴜʀᴀ,

Tᴀʟᴠᴇᴢ ᴘᴏʀ ꜰᴀʟᴛᴀ ᴅᴇ ꜰé.

Sɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴠɪʟ ᴅᴇꜱᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴀ 

Fʀᴜᴛᴏ, ɴãᴏ ꜱᴇɪ ᴅᴏ qᴜê.

Nᴜᴍ ᴄᴀꜱᴜʟᴏ ᴇꜱᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴅᴏ

Gᴜᴀʀᴅᴏ ᴏꜱ ꜱᴇɢʀᴇᴅᴏꜱ ᴅᴀ ᴠɪᴅᴀ,

Cᴏᴍᴏ ꜱᴏᴍʙʀᴀꜱ ᴇꜱᴠᴀíᴅᴏ,

Dᴏ qᴜᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴏꜱ ɴᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴅᴀ.

Nᴀᴅᴀ ʜá ᴏ qᴜᴇ ꜰᴀᴢᴇʀ,

Qᴜᴀɴᴅᴏ ᴀ ᴀʟᴍᴀ é ᴛᴀᴄᴀɴʜᴀ,

O ᴅᴇʟᴇɪᴛᴇ ᴇ ᴏ ᴘʀᴀᴢᴇʀ

Nᴇᴍ ɴᴀ ᴅᴇʀʀᴏᴛᴀ ᴏ ɢᴀɴʜᴀ.

Sãᴏ Pᴀᴜʟᴏ, 09/07/2025 (ᴅᴀᴛᴀ ᴅᴀ ᴄʀɪᴀçãᴏ)

Aʀᴍᴀɴᴅᴏ A. C. Gᴀʀᴄɪᴀ

Nᴏ Fᴀᴄᴇʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏᴜ Vɪꜱɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴇᴜꜱ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ:

ʜᴛᴛᴘ://ʙʀɪꜱᴀᴅᴀᴘᴏᴇꜱɪᴀ.ʙʟᴏɢꜱᴘᴏᴛ.ᴄᴏᴍ

ʜᴛᴛᴘ://ᴘʀᴇʟᴜᴅɪᴏᴅᴇꜱᴏɴᴇᴛᴏꜱ.ʙʟᴏɢꜱᴘᴏᴛ.ᴄᴏᴍ

ʜᴛᴛᴘ://ᴄʀɪᴀɴᴄᴀꜱᴘᴏᴇꜱɪᴀꜱ.ʙʟᴏɢꜱᴘᴏᴛ.ᴄᴏᴍ

E Cᴀɴᴀʟ ɴᴏ WʜᴀᴛꜱAᴘᴘ: Bʀɪꜱᴀ ᴅᴀ Pᴏᴇꜱɪᴀ

Dɪʀᴇɪᴛᴏꜱ ᴀᴜᴛᴏʀᴀɪꜱ ʀᴇɢɪꜱᴛʀᴀᴅᴏꜱ

Mᴀɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴏ ᴀ ᴀᴜᴛᴏʀɪᴀ ᴅᴏ ᴘᴏᴇᴍᴀ – Pᴏᴅᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴛɪʟʜᴀʀ

𝕬𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖆 𝖓𝖆 𝖉𝖔𝖗!

𝕬𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖆 𝖓𝖆 𝖉𝖔𝖗! – 𝟎𝟖-𝟎𝟕-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

𝕺 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖒𝖚𝖉𝖔𝖚 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖊 𝖓ó𝖘

𝕾𝖊 𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖔𝖎 𝖓𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖔 𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖗,

𝕳𝖔𝖏𝖊 𝖛𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖘 𝖆 𝖘ó𝖘

𝕮𝖔𝖒 𝖆 𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊 𝖆 𝖌𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖗.

𝕾𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑, 𝖔𝖚 𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓á𝖗𝖎𝖔

𝕹ó𝖘 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖍𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖘, 𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖔 𝖆 𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖔,

𝕰𝖗𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖚, 𝖔 𝖒𝖊𝖚 𝖘𝖆𝖈𝖗á𝖗𝖎𝖔,

𝕳𝖔𝖏𝖊, 𝖚𝖒 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖍𝖔 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖉𝖔.

𝕺 𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖒𝖔; 𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖟 𝖓ã𝖔 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖘, 

𝕺𝖚 𝖓ã𝖔 𝖔 𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖇𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖗,

𝕹ã𝖔 𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖗 𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖘

𝕼𝖚𝖊 𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖘, 𝖓ã𝖔 𝖛ã𝖔 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖗.

𝕮𝖆𝖊𝖒-𝖓𝖔𝖘 𝖚𝖒𝖆 𝖆 𝖚𝖒𝖆,

𝕹𝖔 𝖛𝖆𝖌𝖔 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖒𝖔 𝖉𝖆 𝖉𝖔𝖗,

𝕽𝖆𝖟õ𝖊𝖘, 𝖓ã𝖔 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖛𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖓𝖍𝖚𝖒𝖆

𝕹𝖔 𝖛𝖆𝖟𝖎𝖔 𝖉𝖔 𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖗 !

É𝖘 𝖆 𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖒𝖆, 𝖊 𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖆,

𝕰𝖚 𝖘𝖊𝖎 𝖇𝖊𝖒, 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖙𝖊 𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖎.

𝕻𝖔𝖗é𝖒, 𝖍𝖔𝖏𝖊 é 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖆

𝕬 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖟𝖆 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖎 !

𝕾ã𝖔 𝕻𝖆𝖚𝖑𝖔, 𝟎𝟖/𝟎𝟕/𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 (𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖆 𝖉𝖆 𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖆çã𝖔)

𝕬𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔 𝕬. 𝕮. 𝕲𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖎𝖆

𝕹𝖔 𝕱𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖔𝖚 𝖁𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖚𝖘 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖘:

𝖍𝖙𝖙𝖕://𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖉𝖆𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖆.𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖙.𝖈𝖔𝖒

𝖍𝖙𝖙𝖕://𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖚𝖉𝖎𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖔𝖘.𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖙.𝖈𝖔𝖒

𝖍𝖙𝖙𝖕://𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖆𝖘.𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖙.𝖈𝖔𝖒

𝕰 𝕮𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖓𝖔 𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖘𝕬𝖕𝖕: 𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖆 𝖉𝖆 𝕻𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖆

𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖎𝖙𝖔𝖘 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖘

𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖔 𝖆 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖆 𝖉𝖔 𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖒𝖆 – 𝕻𝖔𝖉𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖍𝖆𝖗

– 𝟎𝟖-𝟎𝟕-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

𝕺 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖒𝖚𝖉𝖔𝖚 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖊 𝖓ó𝖘

𝕾𝖊 𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖔𝖎 𝖓𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖔 𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖗,

𝕳𝖔𝖏𝖊 𝖛𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖘 𝖆 𝖘ó𝖘

𝕮𝖔𝖒 𝖆 𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊 𝖆 𝖌𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖗.

𝕾𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑, 𝖔𝖚 𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓á𝖗𝖎𝖔

𝕹ó𝖘 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖍𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖘, 𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖔 𝖆 𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖔,

𝕰𝖗𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖚, 𝖔 𝖒𝖊𝖚 𝖘𝖆𝖈𝖗á𝖗𝖎𝖔,

𝕳𝖔𝖏𝖊, 𝖚𝖒 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖍𝖔 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖉𝖔.

𝕺 𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖒𝖔; 𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖟 𝖓ã𝖔 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖘, 

𝕺𝖚 𝖓ã𝖔 𝖔 𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖇𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖗,

𝕹ã𝖔 𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖗 𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖘

𝕼𝖚𝖊 𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖘, 𝖓ã𝖔 𝖛ã𝖔 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖗.

𝕮𝖆𝖊𝖒-𝖓𝖔𝖘 𝖚𝖒𝖆 𝖆 𝖚𝖒𝖆,

𝕹𝖔 𝖛𝖆𝖌𝖔 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖒𝖔 𝖉𝖆 𝖉𝖔𝖗,

𝕽𝖆𝖟õ𝖊𝖘, 𝖓ã𝖔 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖛𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖓𝖍𝖚𝖒𝖆

𝕹𝖔 𝖛𝖆𝖟𝖎𝖔 𝖉𝖔 𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖗 !

É𝖘 𝖆 𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖒𝖆, 𝖊 𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖆,

𝕰𝖚 𝖘𝖊𝖎 𝖇𝖊𝖒, 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖙𝖊 𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖎.

𝕻𝖔𝖗é𝖒, 𝖍𝖔𝖏𝖊 é 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖆

𝕬 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖟𝖆 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖎 !

𝕾ã𝖔 𝕻𝖆𝖚𝖑𝖔, 𝟎𝟖/𝟎𝟕/𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 (𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖆 𝖉𝖆 𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖆çã𝖔)

𝕬𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔 𝕬. 𝕮. 𝕲𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖎𝖆

𝕹𝖔 𝕱𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖔𝖚 𝖁𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖚𝖘 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖘:

𝖍𝖙𝖙𝖕://𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖉𝖆𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖆.𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖙.𝖈𝖔𝖒

𝖍𝖙𝖙𝖕://𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖚𝖉𝖎𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖔𝖘.𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖙.𝖈𝖔𝖒

𝖍𝖙𝖙𝖕://𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖆𝖘.𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖙.𝖈𝖔𝖒

𝕰 𝕮𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖓𝖔 𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖘𝕬𝖕𝖕: 𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖆 𝖉𝖆 𝕻𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖆

𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖎𝖙𝖔𝖘 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖘

𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖔 𝖆 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖆 𝖉𝖔 𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖒𝖆 – 𝕻𝖔𝖉𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖍𝖆𝖗

𝕭𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖔 𝖔 𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔 !

 𝕭𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖔 𝖔 𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔 !  -  𝟎𝟕-𝟎𝟕-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

𝕭𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖔 𝖔 𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖙𝖚𝖆 𝖇𝖔𝖈𝖆 𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖆

𝕹𝖔𝖘 𝖒𝖊𝖚𝖘 𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖘 𝖉𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖍𝖔𝖘... 𝖊𝖑𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆,

𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖍𝖆 𝖆𝖑𝖒𝖆, 𝖕𝖗𝖆 𝖘𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖗á 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖆

𝕻𝖊𝖑𝖆 𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖆 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖓ã𝖔 𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖆. 𝕬𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆.

𝕹ã𝖔 𝖘𝖚𝖈𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖊 𝖓𝖆 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖓ç𝖆 𝖆 𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖆,

𝕺𝖘 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖍𝖔𝖘, 𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖒 𝖓𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖘𝖆𝖘 𝖉𝖆 𝕰𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖓ç𝖆.

𝕰 𝖓𝖚𝖒 𝖉𝖊𝖑í𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖔, 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖓𝖆 𝖇𝖔𝖈𝖆 𝖆 𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖆,

𝕯𝖊 𝖙𝖊𝖚𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖎𝖏𝖔𝖘, 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖆𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆 𝖊 𝖓ã𝖔 𝖘𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖆.

                                  

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

𝕬𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔 𝕬. 𝕮. 𝕲𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖎𝖆

𝕹𝖔 𝕱𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖔𝖚 𝖁𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖚𝖘 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖘:

𝖍𝖙𝖙𝖕://𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖉𝖆𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖆.𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖙.𝖈𝖔𝖒

𝖍𝖙𝖙𝖕://𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖚𝖉𝖎𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖔𝖘.𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖙.𝖈𝖔𝖒

𝖍𝖙𝖙𝖕://𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖆𝖘.𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖙.𝖈𝖔𝖒

𝕰 𝕮𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖓𝖔 𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖘𝕬𝖕𝖕: 𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖆 𝖉𝖆 𝕻𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖆

𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖎𝖙𝖔𝖘 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖘

𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖔 𝖆 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖆 𝖉𝖔 𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖒𝖆 – 𝕻𝖔𝖉𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖍𝖆𝖗

𝙏ã𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙞 !

 𝙏ã𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙞 !  - 07-07-2025

𝙏ã𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙞 𝙚 𝙩ã𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚

𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚... 𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧...

𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙤, 𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙢 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚,

𝘾𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙝𝙖 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙖, 𝙨𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙧.

𝙋𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙧,

𝙏𝙚𝙪𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙨,

𝙋𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙫𝙞𝙧

𝙏𝙚𝙪𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙤𝙨 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙨!

𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙨

𝙌𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙖çã𝙤,

𝙎𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙨

𝙉𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖 𝙞𝙡ó𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖 𝙖𝙗𝙙𝙪çã𝙤.

𝘼𝙝, 𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙪𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙤𝙨

𝙀𝙪 𝙥𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙧,

𝙌𝙪𝙚𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙖 𝙤𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙪𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙤𝙨

𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙝𝙤, 𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙧 !

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

𝘼𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝘼. 𝘾. 𝙂𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙖

𝙉𝙤 𝙁𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙤𝙪 𝙑𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙪𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨:

𝙝𝙩𝙩𝙥://𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙖.𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩.𝙘𝙤𝙢

𝙝𝙩𝙩𝙥://𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙨.𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩.𝙘𝙤𝙢

𝙝𝙩𝙩𝙥://𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙨.𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩.𝙘𝙤𝙢

𝙀 𝘾𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙣𝙤 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙨𝘼𝙥𝙥: 𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙖 𝙙𝙖 𝙋𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙖

𝘿𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙨 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙨

𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙖 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖 𝙙𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙢𝙖 – 𝙋𝙤𝙙𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙝𝙖𝙧

𝙊 𝙥𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡 !!!

 𝙊 𝙥𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡 !!!    06-07-2025

𝙊 𝙥𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙖

𝙋𝙚𝙡𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙤, 𝙛𝙤𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙖,

𝙃𝙤𝙟𝙚 𝙚𝙨𝙩á𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙖

É 𝙥𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡, 𝙨𝙚𝙢 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙤.

𝙄𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙖𝙡, 𝙖𝙗𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙖...

𝙎𝙚𝙢 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖 𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙢 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙤, 

𝙏𝙪𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙝𝙪𝙚𝙩𝙖, 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙖,

𝙌𝙪𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙯𝙖, é 𝙨𝙚𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙤.

𝘼 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙖 é 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙖

𝙉𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙖 𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙖 𝙞𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙡,

𝙉ã𝙤 𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙖,

𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙚𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡.

𝙎ã𝙤 𝙋𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙤, 06/07/2025 (𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙖 𝙙𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙖çã𝙤)

𝘼𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝘼. 𝘾. 𝙂𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙞𝙖

𝙉𝙤 𝙁𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙤𝙪 𝙑𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙪𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨:

𝙝𝙩𝙩𝙥://𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙖.𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩.𝙘𝙤𝙢

𝙝𝙩𝙩𝙥://𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙨.𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩.𝙘𝙤𝙢

𝙝𝙩𝙩𝙥://𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙨.𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩.𝙘𝙤𝙢

𝙀 𝘾𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙣𝙤 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙨𝘼𝙥𝙥: 𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙖 𝙙𝙖 𝙋𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙖

𝘿𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙨 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙨

𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙖 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖 𝙙𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙢𝙖 – 𝙋𝙤𝙙𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙝𝙖𝙧

𝙎𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤 !

 𝙎𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤 !

𝙎𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤, 𝙣ã𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙞 𝙖𝙤 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙤,

𝙎’𝙖 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩ê𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙖 é 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙖.

𝙑𝙞𝙫𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙖, 𝙢𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙤

𝙁𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙖 𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙖.

𝙉𝙖 𝙘𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙙𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙝𝙤

𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙧,

𝘿𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙞𝙭𝙤, 𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙝𝙤,

𝙀𝙥𝙞𝙨ó𝙙𝙞𝙤... 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙧.

𝙎𝙚𝙢 𝙨𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚,    

𝙎𝙤𝙗𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙖 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙖,

𝙊 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚

𝘼𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙝𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙖!

𝘿𝙪𝙧𝙤 𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙤, 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙯

𝘼 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙚, 

𝙀 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙘𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙯, 

𝙅𝙤𝙜𝙖 𝙤 𝙎𝙚𝙧, 𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙚.

𝙎𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤... 𝙣ã𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙞 𝙨𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤,

𝙉𝙚𝙢 𝙙𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙞 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙪,

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𝙉𝙤 𝙁𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙤𝙪 𝙑𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙪𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨:

𝙝𝙩𝙩𝙥://𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙖.𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩.𝙘𝙤𝙢

𝙝𝙩𝙩𝙥://𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙨.𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩.𝙘𝙤𝙢

𝙝𝙩𝙩𝙥://𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙨.𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩.𝙘𝙤𝙢

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𝘿𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙨 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙨

𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙤 𝙖 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖 𝙙𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙢𝙖 – 𝙋𝙤𝙙𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙝𝙖𝙧