river itself, the frame is original. Also, I know I do not write like this great writer, but I think you talk about the most straightforward and simple when you think or pray or have moments of reflection. Anyway, I apologize for the language poorly designed and not the kind of García Lorca. has 477 words for
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Oh, Holy Mother of God, enlighten me in this room. Fill in your defense of understanding in my corazóny let me feel your arms encircle my dirty maternal body. Listen anddo not deaf to my pleas. You know I've been a good person all my life. I've had impure thoughts many times and perhaps I am not a Catholic issue, but you know I have some conflicts with the rules of the Holy Catholic Church. Mother, do not mean the institution curses your Son gave us a final gift after our salvation. Nor do I discuss how pedantic the priests, apostles of San Pedro in the world, behave and corrupt faith that makes me feel more confident than ever. Mother, I need you. And I turn to you and not God, nor your son, I fear that thiss judge me. Men do, and I mean the plural, but the male gender. They do not understand. Jesus was a man in his earthly life, and I fear that God is one, too. That is why I prostrate before an image of yourself, immersing myself in the cloak of affection almost unbelievable that transmits your eyes on this painting. Because only you are the one who can protect me from these sinful thoughts that consume me. I have sinned, Mother. Break the supposedly moral and natural in the human race to watch the perfect profile of Salvador, to feel the fierce need to capture their attention at all times and stay with him until late in his room, observe
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