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memory of Leon Gieco is more than a song, a hymn, a pleglaria that teaches to us that the things never are due to forget.
the letter is one of strongest than law in my single life to read it makes you make bristle the hairs of the skin and then after it no longer you are going to be the same one is going to run by your eyes a tear and your soul filled of Hispanic america weeping was destroyed by the politica, by the military and a hundred of generations that refused to fight to be made listen and to inponer themselves, the poverty of our earth is against the wealth that has these payments. it is a
memory sacked by the pain and the weeping; but that this not to return to step on the same pool, the world does not learn and for that reason history is repeated because we commit such errors time and time again we make memory.