always thought that the custom was very strong but never imagined how much until today, even worse when it has been accompanied by people and good times. More like pride there, a giant (I imagine the Cyclops of "Homer"), whose size can put aside everything, because with only one eye can see reality and what is believed to be around. And the reason is a spark that sometimes goes like a shooting star. What
hard and sad reality!
I feel that is a maze, which I'm wanting to leave, but that the next bend I can entertain me with something more than my "Cyclops' project.
Where is the reason?
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