Looking at this sky of immense infinite blue shakes of emotion due to so much beauty and leaning in the
work that our God gentleman had to create everything this. That wonderful vision the clouds provide filtering the sunbeams varying their tones of the white to the rose. I am mute before this work excels done with mastery and a lot of love by the creator. Still more when the night collects the day and the moon appears among the brilliant stars that disperse in the universe. I admit that I feel the most perverse of the beings than they
inhabit the earth, the more stingy person because instead of conserving the images created by God for us to belong usufruídas for all to the creatures that inhabit the planet, my hate and my ignorance allow that me sosinho commits atrocities thousand that become war. In the bottom I am only a common
animal that he/she wants to dominate the
world while the other animals sleep, therefore I am more intelligent, after all I am people am the responsible animal for the garbage of the world, I am the man.
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