They went and there they are. But they are still. The reflections are left to the individual choice of each observer, but I am in that scenario, it is my world and of course all those who live with me the problems of our society. Nonconformity to the effort at work. Claims that are directed, what does it matter and responsibility for doing well finished?. Easy income, interest in mediocrity. The ball, since yesterday, means to oxygenate and divert attention from those indifferent to the real problems. Screen that obscures the scourge of the drug and "the last throes of terrorism." I reject the unfortunate comment with which some tried escape. We are prepared to contemplate and analyze the thought immersed in this work. I'm not going to deny these realities that we so clearly presents the painter. He opens a space for optimism by showing us the richness of nature nothing altered with time. Deep horizon between trees that have also been observers from the passage of it, immense trunks of cups full of wealth. Autumn is one more season in its annual cycle. Humanity must think what to do with yours. MONCHOLC, until today P. 84                   Dr. Abad.

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