The life in this country goes like this
The pavement is humid, the weather is still cold at this time of the morning. The city is convulsed, the people we meet in our walk look sad, silent, hopeless. Women cling tightly to their purses, as if their lives depended on them, while they turn nervous at the noise of a motorcycle.)
Today there is no transport, so the collapse that allows me to look a little more. This city is the reflection of the national decline and poverty induced by the government, who taught us that "being rich is bad".
You know by the eyes, the old clothes that hang in the naked bodies dressed but naked in nutritional deficiencies, hygienic and above all of hopes that allow to smile again ...
Venezuela is a country in ruins, it is enough to see many of the people who surround us, of those who were once only memories remain and their skeletons covered by a thin layer of skin.
God help us!
