Today thinking of the sad fate that this ship named Venezuela has for us, disillusioned or reliving the optimism or the little that remains of hope, thinking and not acting, tired and helpless from so much work for this country and for the subsistence of being and family , broken by the walk of time lost day after day ..

So we live every day in this country, my country and the country that we do not want to leave, so beautiful but so miserable .. I love the wind that blows on the coasts of the east, the greenness of the savannahs and tropical jungles, I love the cold of the we stopped Andean, the choir deserts and the Zulian heat ..

We sing and cry, cry and laugh, are mixed feelings experienced by those of us who live in this beautiful land, excited or frightened by the expectation of the future that soon awaits us, we want to be free, we want to be happy!

I do not know if it's a poem or just a thought I just want a Venezuelan to identify with the pure feeling of the blood that we carry inside!

I LOVE VENEZUELA!