migrated social networks as people lost looking for the promised land. In each network is found, because the promise was a mirror and was always true, but, as expected, before the mirror, like nothing before, we acknowledge and we have no need to migrate.
socialísima society that is woven blind: we weave without touching, and with such flimsy threads every wind swept us.
already have said we are friends of all and then anyone. The message most private of all is hidden up to potential issuers, and the receiver, if hypnotized, sleep before a pop-up that no one warned.
Nothingness is full of noise and nothing at all, leaving no room to breathe.
To not get lost in these seas, will be required from time to plant a tree, or call to speak with stones in the nearest island.
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