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Oꜱ ᴠᴇɴᴛᴏꜱ ᴜɪᴠᴀɴᴛᴇꜱ

Sᴇ ᴏᴜᴠɪᴀᴍ ɴᴀ ꜱᴇʀʀᴀ,

E ᴏ ꜰʀɪᴏ ɢᴇʟᴀᴅᴏ

Cᴏʙʀɪᴀ ᴀ ᴇꜱᴘɪɴʜᴀ,

Vᴇɴᴛᴏꜱ qᴜᴇ ꜱᴏᴘʀᴀᴍ 

Eᴍ qᴜᴇᴍ ᴄᴀᴍɪɴʜᴀ.

E ɴᴇꜱꜱᴀ ʙʀɪꜱᴀ ꜰʀɪᴀ,

Nᴏ xᴀʟᴇ ꜱᴇ ᴀɴɪɴʜᴀ,

Oꜱ ᴠᴇɴᴛᴏꜱ ᴜɪᴠᴀɴᴛᴇꜱ

Nãᴏ ꜱãᴏ ꜱᴜꜱꜱᴜʀʀᴏꜱ, ɴãᴏ,

Sãᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴏ ᴜɪᴠᴏ ᴅᴀꜱ ꜰᴇʀᴀꜱ,

Rᴇꜱꜱᴏᴀᴍ ʟᴏɴɢᴇ ᴏ ᴜɪᴠᴀʀ.

E qᴜᴇᴍ ᴄᴀᴍɪɴʜᴀ ɴᴀ ꜱᴇʀʀᴀ

Sᴇᴍ ᴛᴇʀ ᴀᴏ ᴍᴇɴᴏꜱ ᴏ ʟᴜᴀʀ,

Sᴇɴᴛɪɴᴅᴏ ᴏ ᴠᴇɴᴛᴏ qᴜᴇ ʙᴇʀʀᴀ

Cʜᴇɢᴀ ᴀ ꜱᴇ ᴀᴘᴀᴠᴏʀᴀʀ.

O ᴍᴇᴅᴏ ᴏ ᴀᴛᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴢᴀ

Pᴏɪꜱ ɴãᴏ é ᴄᴏɪꜱᴀ ᴠᴜʟɢᴀʀ,

O ᴀʟᴛᴏ ʀɪꜱᴄᴏ ᴀᴠᴀʟɪᴢᴀ, 

E ᴏʀᴀ ᴀᴏꜱ Sᴀɴᴛᴏꜱ ᴅᴏ ᴀʟᴛᴀʀ. 

06-10-2025 (ᴅᴀᴛᴀ ᴅᴀ ᴄʀɪᴀçãᴏ)

Aʀᴍᴀɴᴅᴏ A. C. Gᴀʀᴄɪᴀ

Nᴏ Fᴀᴄᴇʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏᴜ Vɪꜱɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴇᴜꜱ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ: 

ʜᴛᴛᴘ://ʙʀɪꜱᴀᴅᴀᴘᴏᴇꜱɪᴀ.ʙʟᴏɢꜱᴘᴏᴛ.ᴄᴏᴍ 

ʜᴛᴛᴘ://ᴄʀɪᴀɴᴄᴀꜱᴘᴏᴇꜱɪᴀꜱ.ʙʟᴏɢꜱᴘᴏᴛ.ᴄᴏᴍ 

ʜᴛᴛᴘ://ᴘʀᴇʟᴜᴅɪᴏᴅᴇꜱᴏɴᴇᴛᴏꜱ.ʙʟᴏɢꜱᴘᴏᴛ.ᴄᴏᴍ 

E Cᴀɴᴀʟ ɴᴏ WʜᴀᴛꜱAᴘᴘ: Bʀɪꜱᴀ ᴅᴀ Pᴏᴇꜱɪᴀ

ℰ𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈.ℴ𝓇ℊ

Dɪʀᴇɪᴛᴏꜱ ᴀᴜᴛᴏʀᴀɪꜱ ʀᴇɢɪꜱᴛʀᴀᴅᴏꜱ 

Mᴀɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴏ ᴀ ᴀᴜᴛᴏʀɪᴀ ᴅᴏ ᴘᴏᴇᴍᴀ – Pᴏᴅᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴛɪʟʜᴀʀ

𝔸 𝕞𝕒𝕥é𝕣𝕚𝕒 𝕥ã𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕘𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕕𝕒 - 𝟘𝟞-𝟙𝟘-𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟝

𝔸 𝕞𝕒𝕥é𝕣𝕚𝕒 𝕥ã𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕘𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕕𝕒

𝔸𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕠 𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕤,

ℕã𝕠 é 𝕒 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕞𝕒 𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕣𝕒

𝔽𝕠𝕣ç𝕒 𝕖 𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕝í𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕚 𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕒.

𝔸 𝕖𝕤𝕤ê𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕒 é 𝕗𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝

ℕ𝕠 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕠, 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕠 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝,

𝔼 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕦𝕒𝕝

𝔸𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕦𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕠, 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕒𝕝.

ℚ𝕦𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞 𝕠 𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕠 𝕤𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕖

ℕ𝕒 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕒çã𝕠 𝕒𝕞𝕓𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝,

𝔸𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕧é𝕤 𝕕𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕕𝕒 𝕖 𝕕𝕠 𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕞𝕖

𝔻𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕤, 𝕤𝕠𝕓𝕣𝕖 𝕠 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝.

𝕆 𝕒𝕧𝕒𝕟ç𝕠 𝕕𝕒 𝕔𝕚ê𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕒

ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕦 𝕟𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕒 𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕦çã𝕠,

𝔸𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕒 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕞𝕒 𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕚ê𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕒

𝕃𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕞 𝕒 𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕚çã𝕠!

𝟘𝟞-𝟙𝟘-𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟝 (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

ℰ𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈.ℴ𝓇ℊ

𝔻𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕤 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕤

𝕄𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕠 𝕒 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕒 𝕕𝕠 𝕡𝕠𝕖𝕞𝕒 – ℙ𝕠𝕕𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕙𝕒𝕣

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𝓓𝓪𝓼 𝓬𝓲𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓼  !  – 𝟐𝟗-𝟏𝟎-𝟐𝟎𝟐5

𝓓𝓪𝓼 𝓬𝓲𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓼, 𝓭𝓪𝓼 𝓬𝓲𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓼 𝓭𝓸 𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓻

𝓢𝓮 𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓲, 𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓲, 𝓹𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓸,

𝓠𝓾𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓶𝓸ç𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓲 𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓻

𝓔 𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓸ç𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓲𝔁𝓪𝓿𝓪𝓶 𝓺𝓾𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓸.

𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓶, 𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓶, 𝓼𝓮𝓶 𝓼𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓻

𝓢𝓮 𝓮𝓾, 𝓲𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓪, 𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓫é𝓶.

𝓞𝓾 𝓼𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓪 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓸 𝓹𝓻𝓪𝔃𝓮𝓻,

𝓓𝓮 𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻 𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓸, 𝓷𝓸𝓼 𝓪𝓫𝓻𝓪ç𝓸𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓰𝓾é𝓶.

𝓢𝓮 𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓲, 𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓲, 𝓹𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓸,

𝓡𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲 𝓿𝓮𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 à𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓼,

𝓟𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓸ç𝓪𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓼, 𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓹𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓸,

𝓜𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓲𝔁𝓮𝓲 𝓪𝓹𝓪𝓲𝔁𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓻 𝓹𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓼 𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓼.

𝓢ã𝓸 𝓟𝓪𝓾𝓵𝓸, 𝟐𝟗/𝟏𝟎/𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 (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

ℰ𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈.ℴ𝓇ℊ

𝓓𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓸𝓼 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼

𝓜𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓪 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪 𝓭𝓸 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓪 – 𝓟𝓸𝓭𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓱𝓪𝓻

𝓢𝓮𝓶 𝓿𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓭𝓮, 𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮 – 𝟏𝟔-𝟏𝟏-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

𝓕𝓸𝓲 𝓷𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝔃𝓪𝓼 𝓭𝓸 𝓯𝓪𝓭𝓸

𝓝𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪 𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓰𝓲𝓪,

𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓪 𝓭𝓮 𝓭ú𝓿𝓲𝓭𝓪, 𝓮 𝓪𝓫𝓻𝓪ç𝓪𝓭𝓸

𝓐𝓸 𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓻, 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓼𝓮 𝓳𝓪𝔃𝓲𝓪 .

𝓝𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓲𝔃 𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓪

𝓞 𝓼𝓮𝓾 𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓾,

𝓓𝓮𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓻𝓪 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓪

𝓓𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮... 𝓼𝓮 𝓪𝓬𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾.

𝓐 𝓼𝓪𝓾𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓮 é 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸

É 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓸 𝓯𝓪𝓭𝓸,

𝓕𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓸 𝓹𝓻ó𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓸 𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸

𝓢𝓮𝓶 𝓪𝓵𝓰𝓾𝓶 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓭𝓸.

𝓢𝓮𝓶 𝓿𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓭𝓮, 𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮

𝓓𝓮 𝓿𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓪𝓭𝓸.

𝓟𝓸𝓻 𝓪𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓻 𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮,

𝓗á 𝓶𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓸 𝓳á 𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓭𝓸.

𝓢𝓪𝓫𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮

𝓐 𝓼𝓪𝓾𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓭𝓮 𝓾𝓶 𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓻,

𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓼𝓪 𝓼𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓻 𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮...

- 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓪 𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓾𝓪𝓻 𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓪 𝓭𝓸𝓻 

𝓢ã𝓸 𝓟𝓪𝓾𝓵𝓸, 𝟏𝟔/𝟏𝟏/𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 (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

ℰ𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈.ℴ𝓇ℊ

𝓓𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓸𝓼 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼

𝓜𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓪 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪 𝓭𝓸 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓪 – 𝓟𝓸𝓭𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓱𝓪𝓻

Rᴇꜱᴘʟᴀɴᴅᴇᴄᴇ ! - 11-11-2025

Rᴇꜱᴘʟᴀɴᴅᴇᴄᴇ ɴᴀ ꜱᴏᴍʙʀᴀ ᴅᴏ ᴄᴀᴍɪɴʜᴏ

Mᴇᴜ ᴅᴇꜱᴇᴊᴏ, ꜱᴏɴʜᴏ, ᴀʟᴛɪᴠᴏ ᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴛᴇ,

Dᴇ ᴜᴍ ᴅɪᴀ ᴛᴇʀ ᴠᴏᴄê, ᴅᴇɴᴛʀᴏ ᴅᴏ ɴɪɴʜᴏ

E ꜱᴇᴊᴀꜱ ᴛᴜ, ɴᴏ ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴᴏ ᴍɪɴʜᴀ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴏʀᴛᴇ !

Pᴀʀᴀ ᴛᴇ ᴇɴᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀʀ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴏʀʀɪ ɴᴀ ᴠɪᴅᴀ

Sᴇɴᴅᴀꜱ ᴛᴏʀᴛᴜᴏꜱᴀꜱ, ᴀᴛᴀʟʜᴏꜱ ᴇ ᴀʀʀɪʙᴀꜱ,

Tʀɪʟʜᴀꜱ ᴇ ᴘɪᴄᴀᴅᴀꜱ ᴅᴇꜱᴄᴏɴʜᴇᴄɪᴅᴀꜱ

Pᴏʀéᴍ, ꜱᴇᴍᴘʀᴇ ᴇꜱᴛᴀᴠᴀ ɴᴀ ᴘɪɴᴅᴀíʙᴀ.

Qᴜᴀɴᴅᴏ ᴛᴇ ᴇɴᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴇɪ, ɴᴇᴍ ꜱᴏʀᴠᴇᴛᴇ ᴛᴇ ᴅᴇɪ 

Pᴀʀᴀ ᴛᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴏʟᴀʀ, ᴜᴍ ʙᴇɪᴊᴏ ᴇᴜ qᴜɪꜱ ᴛᴇ ᴅᴀʀ,

Pᴏʀéᴍ, ɴãᴏ ᴀᴄᴇɪᴛᴏᴜ ᴇ ꜱᴇᴍ ʙᴇɪᴊᴀʀ ꜰɪqᴜᴇɪ

Nᴏ ᴇɴᴛᴀɴᴛᴏ, ᴠᴀʟᴇᴜ ᴀ ɪɴᴛᴇɴçãᴏ ᴅᴇ ʙᴇɪᴊᴀʀ !

Tᴇᴜ ᴀᴍᴏʀ ʀᴇꜱᴘʟᴀɴᴅᴇᴄᴇ qᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴏʟ ᴀ ᴄɪɴᴛɪʟᴀʀ

Sᴇ ᴏ ᴍᴇᴜ ꜱᴏɴʜᴏ é ᴛãᴏ ᴀʟᴛɪᴠᴏ ᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴛᴇ.

Rᴇᴘʟᴇᴛᴏ ᴅᴇ qᴜɪᴍᴇʀᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴘᴀʟᴘɪᴛᴀʀ

Eᴜ ꜱᴇɪ qᴜᴇ ᴠᴏᴜ ᴛᴇ ᴀᴍᴀʀ ᴀᴛé à ᴍᴏʀᴛᴇ!

Sãᴏ Pᴀᴜʟᴏ, 11/11/2025 (ᴅᴀᴛᴀ ᴅᴀ ᴄʀɪᴀçãᴏ)

Aʀᴍᴀɴᴅᴏ A. C. Gᴀʀᴄɪᴀ

Nᴏ Fᴀᴄᴇʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏᴜ Vɪꜱɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴇᴜꜱ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ:

ʜᴛᴛᴘ://ʙʀɪꜱᴀᴅᴀᴘᴏᴇꜱɪᴀ.ʙʟᴏɢꜱᴘᴏᴛ.ᴄᴏᴍ

ʜᴛᴛᴘ://ᴄʀɪᴀɴᴄᴀꜱᴘᴏᴇꜱɪᴀꜱ.ʙʟᴏɢꜱᴘᴏᴛ.ᴄᴏᴍ

ʜᴛᴛᴘ://ᴘʀᴇʟᴜᴅɪᴏᴅᴇꜱᴏɴᴇᴛᴏꜱ.ʙʟᴏɢꜱᴘᴏᴛ.ᴄᴏᴍ

E Cᴀɴᴀʟ ɴᴏ WʜᴀᴛꜱAᴘᴘ: Bʀɪꜱᴀ ᴅᴀ Pᴏᴇꜱɪᴀ

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Mᴀɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴏ ᴀ ᴀᴜᴛᴏʀɪᴀ ᴅᴏ ᴘᴏᴇᴍᴀ – Pᴏᴅᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴛɪʟʜᴀʀ

Uᴍᴀ ᴀɢᴜʟʜᴀ ɴᴜᴍ ᴘᴀʟʜᴇɪʀᴏ. – 09-11-2025

Uᴍᴀ ᴀɢᴜʟʜᴀ ɴᴜᴍ ᴘᴀʟʜᴇɪʀᴏ

É ᴅɪꜰíᴄɪʟ ᴅᴇ ᴇɴᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀʀ,

Uᴍ ᴀᴍɪɢᴏ ᴄᴏᴍ ᴅɪɴʜᴇɪʀᴏ,

Mᴀɪꜱ ᴅɪꜰíᴄɪʟ... ᴏ ᴅᴇᴘᴀʀᴀʀ.

O ᴄᴀᴘɪᴍ, ɴᴀꜱᴄᴇ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴏ

E ᴄʀᴇꜱᴄᴇ, qᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴜʀᴜᴍɪᴍ,

Mᴀꜱ ᴀ ɢʀᴀɴᴀ, é ᴏᴜᴛʀᴏ ᴛʀᴀᴛᴏ,

O ᴀᴍɪɢᴏ ᴇꜱᴄᴏɴᴅᴇ ᴇᴍ ʟᴀᴛɪᴍ.

Nᴀꜱ ᴄᴀᴍɪɴʜᴀᴅᴀꜱ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜꜱᴀꜱ 

É ᴍᴜɪ ᴅɪꜰíᴄɪʟ ᴇɴᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀʀ,

Aᴍɪɢᴏ, ᴅᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀꜱ ᴅɪꜰᴜꜱᴀꜱ

Dɪꜱᴘᴏꜱᴛᴏ ᴀ ɴᴏꜱ ᴀᴍᴘᴀʀᴀʀ!

O ᴀᴍɪɢᴏ ᴇɴᴅɪɴʜᴇɪʀᴀᴅᴏ,

Sᴇᴍᴘʀᴇ ꜱᴇ ᴅɪᴢ ᴇᴍᴘᴇɴʜᴀᴅᴏ.

Pᴀʀᴀ ɴãᴏ ᴄᴇᴅᴇʀ ᴜᴍ ᴛʀᴏᴄᴀᴅᴏ,

Nᴇᴍ ᴄᴏᴍ ᴏꜱ ᴊᴜʀᴏꜱ; ᴄᴏʙʀᴀᴅᴏ.

Sãᴏ Pᴀᴜʟᴏ, 09/11/2025 (ᴅᴀᴛᴀ ᴅᴀ ᴄʀɪᴀçãᴏ)

Aʀᴍᴀɴᴅᴏ A. C. Gᴀʀᴄɪᴀ 

Nᴏ Fᴀᴄᴇʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏᴜ Vɪꜱɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴇᴜꜱ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ:

ʜᴛᴛᴘ://ʙʀɪꜱᴀᴅᴀᴘᴏᴇꜱɪᴀ.ʙʟᴏɢꜱᴘᴏᴛ.ᴄᴏᴍ

ʜᴛᴛᴘ://ᴄʀɪᴀɴᴄᴀꜱᴘᴏᴇꜱɪᴀꜱ.ʙʟᴏɢꜱᴘᴏᴛ.ᴄᴏᴍ

ʜᴛᴛᴘ://ᴘʀᴇʟᴜᴅɪᴏᴅᴇꜱᴏɴᴇᴛᴏꜱ.ʙʟᴏɢꜱᴘᴏᴛ.ᴄᴏᴍ

E Cᴀɴᴀʟ ɴᴏ WʜᴀᴛꜱAᴘᴘ: Bʀɪꜱᴀ ᴅᴀ Pᴏᴇꜱɪᴀ

ℰ𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈.ℴ𝓇ℊ

Dɪʀᴇɪᴛᴏꜱ ᴀᴜᴛᴏʀᴀɪꜱ ʀᴇɢɪꜱᴛʀᴀᴅᴏꜱ

Mᴀɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴏ ᴀ ᴀᴜᴛᴏʀɪᴀ ᴅᴏ ᴘᴏᴇᴍᴀ – Pᴏᴅᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴛɪʟʜᴀʀ– 09-11-2025

Uᴍᴀ ᴀɢᴜʟʜᴀ ɴᴜᴍ ᴘᴀʟʜᴇɪʀᴏ

É ᴅɪꜰíᴄɪʟ ᴅᴇ ᴇɴᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀʀ,

Uᴍ ᴀᴍɪɢᴏ ᴄᴏᴍ ᴅɪɴʜᴇɪʀᴏ,

Mᴀɪꜱ ᴅɪꜰíᴄɪʟ... ᴏ ᴅᴇᴘᴀʀᴀʀ.

O ᴄᴀᴘɪᴍ, ɴᴀꜱᴄᴇ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴏ

E ᴄʀᴇꜱᴄᴇ, qᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴜʀᴜᴍɪᴍ,

Mᴀꜱ ᴀ ɢʀᴀɴᴀ, é ᴏᴜᴛʀᴏ ᴛʀᴀᴛᴏ,

O ᴀᴍɪɢᴏ ᴇꜱᴄᴏɴᴅᴇ ᴇᴍ ʟᴀᴛɪᴍ.

Nᴀꜱ ᴄᴀᴍɪɴʜᴀᴅᴀꜱ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜꜱᴀꜱ 

É ᴍᴜɪ ᴅɪꜰíᴄɪʟ ᴇɴᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀʀ,

Aᴍɪɢᴏ, ᴅᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀꜱ ᴅɪꜰᴜꜱᴀꜱ

Dɪꜱᴘᴏꜱᴛᴏ ᴀ ɴᴏꜱ ᴀᴍᴘᴀʀᴀʀ!

O ᴀᴍɪɢᴏ ᴇɴᴅɪɴʜᴇɪʀᴀᴅᴏ,

Sᴇᴍᴘʀᴇ ꜱᴇ ᴅɪᴢ ᴇᴍᴘᴇɴʜᴀᴅᴏ.

Pᴀʀᴀ ɴãᴏ ᴄᴇᴅᴇʀ ᴜᴍ ᴛʀᴏᴄᴀᴅᴏ,

Nᴇᴍ ᴄᴏᴍ ᴏꜱ ᴊᴜʀᴏꜱ; ᴄᴏʙʀᴀᴅᴏ.

Sãᴏ Pᴀᴜʟᴏ, 09/11/2025 (ᴅᴀᴛᴀ ᴅᴀ ᴄʀɪᴀçãᴏ)

Aʀᴍᴀɴᴅᴏ A. C. Gᴀʀᴄɪᴀ 

Nᴏ Fᴀᴄᴇʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏᴜ Vɪꜱɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴇᴜꜱ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ:

ʜᴛᴛᴘ://ʙʀɪꜱᴀᴅᴀᴘᴏᴇꜱɪᴀ.ʙʟᴏɢꜱᴘᴏᴛ.ᴄᴏᴍ

ʜᴛᴛᴘ://ᴄʀɪᴀɴᴄᴀꜱᴘᴏᴇꜱɪᴀꜱ.ʙʟᴏɢꜱᴘᴏᴛ.ᴄᴏᴍ

ʜᴛᴛᴘ://ᴘʀᴇʟᴜᴅɪᴏᴅᴇꜱᴏɴᴇᴛᴏꜱ.ʙʟᴏɢꜱᴘᴏᴛ.ᴄᴏᴍ

E Cᴀɴᴀʟ ɴᴏ WʜᴀᴛꜱAᴘᴘ: Bʀɪꜱᴀ ᴅᴀ Pᴏᴇꜱɪᴀ

ℰ𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈.ℴ𝓇ℊ

Dɪʀᴇɪᴛᴏꜱ ᴀᴜᴛᴏʀᴀɪꜱ ʀᴇɢɪꜱᴛʀᴀᴅᴏꜱ

Mᴀɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴏ ᴀ ᴀᴜᴛᴏʀɪᴀ ᴅᴏ ᴘᴏᴇᴍᴀ – Pᴏᴅᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴛɪʟʜᴀʀ

𝓔𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓻, - 𝟎𝟗-𝟏𝟏-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

𝓔𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓻, 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸

𝓢𝓮𝓻 𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓭𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓪 𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼.

É 𝓭𝓪 𝓿𝓲𝓭𝓪, 𝓿𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓾 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓸,

𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓪𝓭𝓪 𝓪 𝓶𝓸𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓮, 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪.

𝓕𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓻 𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓱𝓸 𝓼ã𝓸 𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓱𝓸𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓸𝓼

𝓠𝓾𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓶 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓽ê𝓶 𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓵é𝓰𝓲𝓸,

𝓢ã𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓸𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓼 𝓮 𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓼 𝓿𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓭𝓸𝓼,

É 𝓓𝓸𝓶 𝓭𝓮 𝓓𝓮𝓾𝓼, 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓷í𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓸, 𝓮𝓰𝓻é𝓰𝓲𝓸.

𝓢𝓮 𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓱𝓸; 𝓷ã𝓸 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓪 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪çã𝓸

𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓭𝓪 𝓿𝓲𝓭𝓪... 𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓰𝓸𝓾,

𝓝𝓸 𝓵𝓾𝓰𝓪𝓻, 𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓶 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓸 𝓸 𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓭ã𝓸

𝓟𝓸𝓭𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓻, 𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓮 𝓪𝓬𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾.

É 𝓾𝓶𝓪 𝓰𝓵ó𝓻𝓲𝓪 𝓿𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓶 𝓶á𝓰𝓸𝓪, 𝓼𝓮𝓶 𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓻

𝓣𝓻𝓲𝓾𝓷𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮 𝓭𝓪 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓪 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓪 𝓿𝓲𝓭𝓪,

É 𝓾𝓶𝓪 𝓰𝓵ó𝓻𝓲𝓪 𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓸 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮 𝓒𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓻,

𝓝𝓸𝓼 𝓭á 𝓬𝓸𝓶 𝓹𝓻𝓪𝔃𝓮𝓻, 𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓭𝓪 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓭𝓪 

𝓢ã𝓸 𝓟𝓪𝓾𝓵𝓸, 𝟎𝟗/𝟏𝟏/𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 (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

ℰ𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈.ℴ𝓇ℊ

𝓓𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓸𝓼 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼

𝓜𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓪 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪 𝓭𝓸 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓪 – 𝓟𝓸𝓭𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓱𝓪𝓻

𝘛𝘰𝘥𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘮 é 𝘷𝘪𝘭ã𝘰... - 15-10-2025

𝘛𝘰𝘥𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘮 é 𝘷𝘪𝘭ã𝘰

𝘋𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦,

𝘌𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘢çã𝘰

𝘌𝘮 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦.

𝘕ã𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘰 𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘻

𝘕𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦,

𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘻

𝘌𝘮 𝘤𝘦𝘨𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦.

𝘊𝘰𝘳𝘢çã𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘹𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘰

𝘚𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘵é 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘢,

𝘌 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘮 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘰

𝘊𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘢.

𝘚ã𝘰 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘰, 15/10/2025 (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

ℰ𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈.ℴ𝓇ℊ

𝘋𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘴

𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘢 – 𝘗𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘩𝘢𝘳

𝙑𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙖 𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙖𝙧 !  – 27-10-2025

𝙑𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙖, á𝙜𝙪𝙖 𝙚 𝙖𝙧

𝙌𝙪𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙢 𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙨 𝙫𝙚𝙞𝙖𝙨,

𝙋𝙤𝙞𝙨 𝙨ó 𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙫ã𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙧,

𝙏𝙚𝙪 𝙘é𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙧𝙤, 𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙞𝙖𝙨,

𝘼 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖,

É 𝙨𝙚𝙧 à 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙤,

𝙑𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙖 𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙖

𝙀 𝙣𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙖 𝙡𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙤.

𝘿𝙚𝙪𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙪 𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙙𝙤,

𝘼𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙨,

𝙏𝙪𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙨 é 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙙𝙤

𝙋𝙧𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙨.

𝙉𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙖, 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙖𝙨,

𝙋𝙧𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙥𝙤 𝙣ã𝙤 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙟𝙖𝙧,

𝙉𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙖𝙨,

𝙋𝙧𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨-𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙧.

𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙖, 𝙢𝙖𝙧, 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙡,

𝙁𝙖𝙯𝙚𝙢 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙙𝙤,

𝘼𝙩é 𝙣𝙤𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙪 𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙯𝙤𝙡,

𝙋𝙧𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙧... 𝙙𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙪 𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙙𝙤.

𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙤 𝙐𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤,

𝙀𝙨𝙨ê𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙖 𝙙𝙤 𝘾𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧,

É 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙤 𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤

𝙀 𝙢𝙪𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙤 𝙙𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙫𝙤𝙧!

𝙊 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙤 𝙣ã𝙤 𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙩𝙖 𝙖𝙩𝙧á𝙨

𝙀𝙨𝙩𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙖 𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖,

𝙑𝙚𝙯 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙚 é 𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙯

𝙀 𝙖 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙖... 𝙩𝙚𝙢 𝙨𝙪𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖.

𝙎ã𝙤 𝙋𝙖𝙪𝙡𝙤, 27/10/2025 (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

ℰ𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈.ℴ𝓇ℊ

𝘿𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙨 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙨

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