Hello everyone. I am happy to write again for you! I hope you are wonderful.
In this opportunity I want to talk about a place, or rather a town; which, I had the wonderful opportunity to travel endless times! His name is Valle de la Pascua; it is located in Venezuela specifically in the Guárico State. I have beautiful memories of him, always warm people, fighters, simple, hardworking, collaborating, responsible; I remember that they woke up before the sun came up because they said that: -The One Who Rises God Help! ...
In the afternoons after a hard day's work, when the sun went down all the neighbors went out in front of their houses one by one, they took the children out to play with the other children on the block and to share with each other to laugh at any foolishness, to enjoy for the simple reason that they were alive, appreciated the presence of others, helped as brothers and without remorse to those who needed it.
I remember perfectly that I played with our neighbors for long hours with our toys, we ran, we jumped, we were so happy and full of energy; I was so sad when I had to leave at the end of the holidays. It was a magical place within the simplicity of a wonderful blue sky in the morning with a gentle breeze that without permission touched your face, and at night a beautiful impeccable starry sky and a moon that looked big and bright. Everything was perfect or at least that's how it felt.
After I grew up I moved away a little and when I had the opportunity to return, I felt that nothing was the same, people had the same name but it was not the same, the children with whom I played had also grown and changed completely; everything was different at that moment a nostalgia invaded me and I started to wonder - Why? How did it happen? Who did it?.
I never got a good enough answer to explain it to me. But I have faith that one day things will be the same again, so that today's children have the opportunity to live and enjoy; the beauty, freshness and magic that I experienced as a child.