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It's hard to remember a dream. In writing, I wish only to pay tribute to life and to the well-being of the world.

The old saying: it is he who cannot live to see his death. And in a moment it was long away from the flesh. All things have a right to live. I am not an extreme anti-corporatist, but it is not easy for me to take away the life of others by accepting that it is the desire of one mouth.

And there is life in the plants, but there is no harm in them, and when they are slaughtered, the animals fear, struggle, and flee until they die with hatred, and they are no different from human beings. I would not wish to be one of the strong-minded.

My heart is filled with respect for the thorns and the hunting of our fathers, and today we are in abundance, and our survival is long gone. We are free to choose our food, and we cannot survive and die. "The blood and blood are so real, it's usually painful. I've been thinking to myself who would cut himself. "It's different, but it's common. People need to be treated and operated with anesthesia, but they still feel pain; yet many of them are cut, skinned, electrocuted, slaughtered and killed alive. How can they be burned, boiled, fried or blown up for a moment? How am I supposed to get rid of their bodies? Human beings suffer from the pain of old and old, perhaps far from being slaughtered alive. And if the flesh of man is referred to as honour, and they are not, I would rather not be honoured.

The fruits vary. The world is sick, and the chickens are killed, and the sheep are sacrificed, and the gods are blessed, and the flesh is replaced, and his life is cut off. The karma. How dare you ask why it's taken so long?

I'll do my best without asking the way forward. I may not be able to stop the killing of one of my vegetarians, but I would rather do the water of the cloud.——A small, uninhibited day, when the water will pour into the earth, The life will come to the west, and it will not come to pass, but that it will not bear the burden of blood.

—The agricultural calendar is in Mexico City in the first three hours of the month.

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