To succeed, whether in large enterprises or the most mundane matters, ends up having consequences. We live with the possibility that, as soon as one gets, appears hungry pack of foxes that roamed the area, called by the unmistakable aroma and pervasive of fresh grapes. And not reach the bunch, prefer the foxes, haughty, vain and arrogant, not throwing to the winds the allegation of the alleged lack of ripeness of the fruit, but the strain to break with their sharp teeth and stomp grapes with their filthy legs so there is no memory of them is shame that the foxes are foxes and the vines are vines.
Spain, a country of foxes.
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