La esencia del parkour
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Esta es mi visión sobre el parkour cómo una disciplina, que explica en palabras lo que un traceur intenta explicar con la expresión urbana, moviéndose por la ciudad con agilidad y sin dejar de tener ese espíritu temerario necesario para la actividad
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