Octavo Día

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the eighth God points out so much work to free tensions already revising he said everything's fine and it's and hour of resting and he left for a walk in given space who will imagine that the same God upon returning will find everthing out of order and that one more will be unemployed at that rate annually growing without stopping for that then who has seen him alone in the streets and traffic he's waiting for somebody patient one who's calm and can converse while so much of this world rotates and rotates without being able to stop and here below some manage us as chess records i'm not the idiot's class that allowes you to convince, but i say the truth and until a blind man can see it if a lack of occupation or excessive solitude God didn't resist more and left to another place ti would be our perdition there would not be another remedy more to adore Michael Jackson Bill Clinton or Tarzan it's more difficult to be a king without a crown who is a more normal person poor God that doesn't appear in the magazines that it's not a model nor an artist or a real family while so much of this world rotates and rotates without being able to stop and here below some manage us as chess records i'm not the idiot's class that allows you to convince, but i say the truth and until a blind man can see it