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Hola querida generación futura,

Pasamos toda nuestra vida intentando de Regresar al paraíso, cuando en realidad vivimos en EL. Solo tenemos que abrir los Ojos, y despertar para Verlo. No solo estamos en el paraíso, Sino Que somos el paraíso. Aleluya, alabado sea Dios , la vida, la Energía o Lo Que vos creas. Aleluya Por Eso.  Aleluya por ESE Paraíso en El que Vivimos Y Por El que vale la pena sacrificarse, por el que valió la pena dejar todo ese simple deseo y esa necesidad de cosas innecesarias que el consumo nos hizo creer importantes, para salvarlo, para cuidarlo, para entender que nuestro planeta no solo esta para dar, sino también para recibir y ser entendido, daré lo mejor de mi vida para darte un lugar mejor, mas bello de lo que fue y que siempre lleves presente que el planeta, los animales, tu y yo somos y siempre seres uno solo, y que por eso hay que cuidarlo cada día, para que siempre perdure.

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