Many Venezuelans on foot, feel that the hopes are blurred in a grayish everyday, unprotected, and great obstacles; because the dialogue brought and took away joys, motivations, as well as blame and anger throughout the country. Reason why, is that hunger has no deadlines, disinformation has a face of lies. Politics and its things, the dictatorship and its injustices. The young people of the future in this nation continue sad, disjointed, poor and many who have not gone to foreign lands, have the desire to leave. Other thousands without wanting to return.
The young people of the year two thousand, are forming in a system with serious indexes of educational quality, their income is not enough to eat, their jobs do not compensate their valuations, poverty impacts them more than any age group, they do not acquire basic goods , And the worst; they die the most and kill in the world of crime. These young people find it difficult to think of a family, because of fear, guilt, uncertainty.
The young people of Venezuela continue to be hope, and inside us there is a boy and a girl who does not stop crying, who sits down and sighs saying in a low voice: "why did I have to live this to me". Today I embrace you, I look you in the eyes, and I share your silence while the supermoon ... illuminating; appears as the only source of light before this society made toxic.
In Venezuela, the unproductive has not only affected the big landlord, but all workers live and suffer the living conditions of a country that sees the countryside suffering, that with nostalgia observes how it is fought in an agonizing battle to contain the pretensions of a regime that, making war on farmers, without clear strategies, with ill-founded resentments, without prospects, harms the unprotected as always.
However, despite everything that has been said, we Venezuelans talk, we share and with optimism we seek to liven up a party, to those who believe that there is no hope.
Written by Jhon A. Romero.-