He was the man who was strong enough, who made the invaders go home, and made the brothers stop fighting. He is one of those bringers of hope that are so rare, one of those builders of progress we so much need.
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Alguien me habló todos los días de mi vida al oido, despacio, lentamente. Me dijo: ¡vive, vive, vive! Era la muerte. (JS)
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Tito tito capotito... :)
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