I find an ego and a very big claim to evaluate what is consumed, in name, declare, settle what is right or wrong.I love seeing from my retirement how intellectuality raises his voice through the poor of the earth.
I love positions in defense of a people that name and only mix from speeches, political positions, donations with photo included or in academy with distance.
This is the town of the supporting and another town that hears reggaeton, cast, walks in lycra and water boots, shouts and lives the newspaper practically on the street.The same deep town that consumes the content of the round table (Cuban television program) that Immaculate seems fatuous until you need to reach a news and tagged, has hashtag and hangs on the page.
The look at the fair goes through the sieve of understanding the differences and more than understanding them to respect them.I await every Saturday because it is a trend, the criticism of the recipe, the ode of respect for hunger, or the criticism of the Mypimero, of course it is not the friend, the family or the arsenal of food that posts.It is not that it is good or bad that it is very difficult to look at the tail.Here all perspective has been lost.The others are always those who are wrong.This site is ideal for a fair study to interpret toxic audiences, Cheas, with a lack of civility and education, the result of the country we are.Cultivation broth for laziness and fertile land for any dictatorship.
I disappoint me to see so many people criticizing the churre, the goddess, the concerts of baby, wampi or how it is written, the odes and the epitaphs of the intellectuality, of many, to the dead public figures, they take to the paid union, the orbit that was won by avant -garde, who put the scarf, as if in Cuba we have not been in our lives.supply.I see certain characters and I just wonder, will they have been happy or the hiel they distil is the product of a Zaraso member in an early stadium?
Happy people do not project so much hate.Happy people do not enjoy pain, do not criticize the different, do not humble and boast.It is sad who, leaving Cuba, has not had enough space for happiness to have to make the meaning of its existence in looking here.The saddest thing they carry to Cuba in their veins but do not support what this town is substantively.
I continue in mine, it is something that I must repeat until I achieve it.I am not a deep people but I try to be consistent, respectful, especially hug the different.I am too imperfect from my nature, a tremendous uncomfortable point.I'm obsessed with understanding the deep mystery of existence.They do not convince me, they have never convinced me, the grammar impolutes, the good ones, the leaders, the followed.We must respect the human from humanity itself.You have to respect differences from humility.Not from height and privilege.
People should after posting two minutes to look at their tail, the beam in the eye and its glass roof.The most murky and fucking people are in the heights.You have to be careful what is projected on these networks.In the long run we all opted, luckily the deep people have always recognized the fucking plague and the impolluts have them very well Calao.
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