beliefs are piled in front of the Uruguayan executive headquarters, right there, on the eastern bank of the river, the Palace right next Estévez, convictions are being given up, indignities several folds are coupled with , lack of courage and principles resigned.
Pepe, seduced by siren voices, and seeks Galeano disdains bitter brew maté syrup from oblivion. Nothing
Pepe Mujica had trouble letting justice take its path. Pity
Pepe, finally, after all, all your verbiage jacket is diluted along with the smoke of burning garbage at the door of the convictions abandonadas.
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