Absence
If all you do is overflow with heat.
For you I long for the company now absent from those I love.
Those that I carry with me daily.
Those laughs
Those looks.
Those hugs.
They all dance by the hand in a deadly carousel of mirages.
Mirages full of color and roses.
Whose perfume has remained impregnated in me.
.
Our Reality
Broken hearts are lodged in the heart of the vast majority of Venezuelans, while you see the plane or the bus that carries inside some family member or very dear friend, know that you will not be able to be at their side but you will be forced to know about them through a screen.
Tears fall when you see your family and friends saying goodbye to you between hugs and good wishes. You shake your hand, smile and thank, while inside you are invaded by sadness and emptiness, you know that you will reach a place that is not yours. With courage you are willing to work all that is necessary because you know that at home, miles away, they count on you to be able to have food on the table.
There is the one who stays
Both wastes was not a choice, it was an obligation.
This is the reality that is lived in our country. Friends and family scattered throughout this planet. All working to have a better future for themselves and their family and friends.
Photos come
Smiles that express an apparent happiness
When in the background what we all want is to be together again.
Photograph taken from my Iphone 4s from the Caracas cable car - Venezuela (Ávila)