I agree with the memory of Elena. Your story tells of Utopia but we must not deny what we can do in

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That would be nice to have the reconstruction of the world at our fingertips, take your hands the power to go back in past civilizations, change everything negative that was in them, since our parents committed the original sin, delete individual errors and collective, teach new values of brotherhood, valuing this earth that we are anchored until death does not lead to join her, there were no wars because the power of dialogue is the cornerstone of any conflict to resolve, make a happier world all where you can speak without censorship, religions occupy el publico all in their rightful place, saving souls, el publico each of the planet's species will be safeguarded for future generations, feel that love is the main source of this beautiful reconstruction, all can be achieved with this noble sentiment ... look with the eyes of the heart. Bless every day a new day full of light without pollution, without anger, without violence, without diseases, helping us to each other, without malice, without envy, united enjoy this beautiful landscape called earth we have built so full of ...... nice life would erase everything bad that we made these millions of years .... How nice it would make it more habitable beautiful this world called Earth ........ Primavera more builders in the world Gus rights el publico reserved
I agree with the memory of Elena. Your story tells of Utopia but we must not deny what we can do in our small plots, not avoid wars but small battles, not create worlds but will favor coexistence, and thus a bit more what this a nuetra hand . That would be our utopia to get, right? A kiss February 23, 2011, 23:47
That would be very beautiful Spring dear to erase everything bad it would be like to have a magic wand to change everything a beautiful story of a good soul like yours. Kisses Sweet dreams. February 24, 2011 3:17
Granted it's a tempting idea ... but in the business of being God, is not all perfect and desirable-imagine-me, so with their shortcomings, I am satisfied with humans and go trying to change, at least - the things around me! : D a hug. February 24, 2011 4:44
You can not reverse, el publico done badly and done well, there they are, even the unjust original sin, if it was, if it existed. It is possible, Spring, look at the present and the future, try not to "sin" el publico of fatalism and as Elena says, believe in utopia. Loving kisses. February 24, 2011, 11:00 am
Well, since we can not change the past, is there ... What if we attempting "trabnajarnos" the happiness of the present and future, el publico that if possible. Kisses February 24, 2011, 13:05
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