Today I remember when I was a teenager, she entered your classrooms, full of knowledge, your red bricks, the breeze of your trees I cooed in your books and your concepts.
My professors loaded with wisdom opened before me a world full of adventures and curiosities to discover. I came to love you, I enjoyed sitting on your lawn and breathing the scented smell of your wet earth.
Time flew by and a month of July parade in your big square as a professional of the Republic of Venezuela.
Your wisdom made me an invitation to continue transmitting knowledge.
Muy joven comencé pero llena de una profunda vocación de servicio y me estrene como hacedora de talentos.
Hoy siendo una tristeza en mi corazón, viéndote tan desolada, no eres la misma de antes…
The deep crisis in Venezuela has made us forget your mission, and bury your vision.
And to you my UDO ... When you will be reborn ... When I will walk again for "the highest House, the house that pours its Orinoco with torrential light"!
It only remains for me to ask the Creator not to spend too much time to see you as before ... And sing in your corridors. "Come Youth"!
This poem is dedicated to the UDO, from the deepest part of my heart ....
