a vie et la mortle mal et le bien
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¿Qué es la muerte y que es la vida?
¿Qué es el bien y que es el mal?
¿Hay mal en la muerte?
¿Qué piensas tu acerca de buscar soluciones apresuras que terminan en desgracia, para cosas que solo eran momentáneas?
¿Crees tú, que brincar y caminar en un risco es algo natural o normal, crees que sería una respuesta sana y fácil de tomar saltar luego de caminar y soportar?
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