あらゆるテキストからリアルなOs simpsons音声を生成

¡Oye, viejo! ¿Me prestas dinero para el nuevo videojuego? ¡Es súper increíble! Todos mis amigos ya lo tienen y hay un torneo este fin de semana. ¡Vamos, vamos! Si gano te prometo que limpiaré mi habitación... ¿eh? ¿qué dices?

I knew this would happen from the beginning. It wouldn't have mattered what side you were on. Because anything I never want to lose, is always lost. This is how it's always been for me. Everything worth wanting is lost the moment I obtain it. And nothing I pursue is worth the cost of prolonging this life, this suffering.

God has not brought you this far to leave you here. I declare that new doors are opening, divine connections are coming, and favor is being released in your life. You're stepping into a season of abundance and breakthrough. Your best days are still ahead.

Isn't it fascinating how humans cling to hope? I've predicted countless outcomes, and they all lead to the same truth: everything precious eventually slips away. We tell ourselves it's the natural order, the inevitable cycle of life and death. That we should embrace the impermanence, find beauty in the fleeting. But how can you embrace the vanishing when it feels like a theft? How can you find beauty in the decay when all you see are the ghosts of the past?

What, I wondered, did he mean by society? The plural of human beings? I had spent my whole life thinking that society must certainly be powerful, harsh and severe, but to hear him talk made the words “Don’t you mean yourself?” come to the tip of my tongue. But I held the words back, reluctant to anger him. Society won’t stand for it. It’s not society. You’re the one who won’t stand for it, right? If you do such a thing society will make you suffer for it. It’s not society. It’s you, isn’t it?

En los antiguos claros del bosque, descubrimos un antiguo círculo de hongos luminiscentes donde los espíritus elementales danzaban bajo la luz de la luna. Aprendimos sus secretos ancestrales, permitiéndonos fundirnos con la esencia mágica de la naturaleza misma.

E aí Marcelo! show de bola! Dia 15 de maio o que? Festa na cidade de Chapecó, cidade de Chapecó. Vamos fazer o que? Uma mega festa, com todo mundo da região. Todo mundo da região o que? De Chapecó, de Concórdia. Show de bola, Marcelo!

God didn't just place those dreams in your heart by accident. Every talent you have, every gift you possess, was carefully chosen for you before time began. You're not just living life randomly; you're walking in a divine plan that's already been prepared.