soliloquio - coexistencias

soliloquio - coexistencias

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expresión escrita difiere su talente comunicativo del oral tanto que da mas tiempo de organizar ideas , corregir , auto contradecir y hacer mas sublime al receptor apalancado a una variedad de estilos de razonamiento .libre delo ante las miradas de los oyentes y su energía que convina con la química de nostra esencia haciendo un resultado contingente en el cual podría ser la actividad mental solitaria literaria mas precisa . E aquí un autoanálisis de las discrepancias ineludibles de las dinámicas sociales , un aparente ataque de mi Fratelli al irrumpir mi paz con dramas señalativo en acusación de ser un iniciador a su estrés , argumentando que voy a la defensiva incipientemente en el almuerzo al hablar del pago de mis estudios universitos , a día siguiente luego de ir por las naranjas del desayo uno no querer exprimirlas con páter ubo un gran displacer en posición de mi egoísmo al no querer trabajar incitado por la falta de rapacidad en donde quede con la devuelta aun después de una orden de trabajo , se le suma el flaqueo en su armonía al recordar el pago incapaz de hacer de mis estudios . La cuestión es ¿soy un ser inadaptado social y egoísta incapaz de cooperar en el colectivo ? o hace parte de el engranaje esta bifurcaciones de sentimientos negativos en diferentes personas . Ciertamente la perspectiva es unilateral hacia mis otros pero en mi objetividad el grado de furor para trasmitir el mensaje de mi falta de peso en la balanza para la correcta convivencia es desmedido con respecto a estos dos equívocos coexistencailes .
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