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The only providential thing is death, and everything
The rest instinct and culture not from the first
We can escape, because it comes from God, but from the
Others yes, but the one who does it has a failed life
We must fill ourselves with instincts and know that our
Instincts cry out loud that we look for our
Roots, but who cares to investigate his tree genealogical?
Or who seeks to know the history of
The ancestors of him?
The only providential thing is death, and everything
The rest instinct and culture not from the first
We can escape, because it comes from God, but from the
Others yes, but the one who does it has a failed life
Let's be original, in our customs and traditions
Cultural, but this has its connotation when it was adopted
The culture that the invaders brought to the American continent
From there we began to align ourselves, and look for a way to erase
That past of which our ancestors have been proud
The only providential thing is death, and everything
The rest instinct and culture not from the first
We can escape, because it comes from God, but from the
Others yes, but the one who does it has a failed life
