Human heart... and absolutely nothing can be achieved in life, if we believe that it is something that we cannot achieve, simply by giving up because of the lack of faith in ourselves.
For example, our Identity Signs among the most powerful, apart from family history, is the landscape, we are geographical beings in the most local and restricted sense of the word.
We are born and live in specific "landscapes", which are part of our soul or deeper psyche.
Of course it is!!! this applies to everyone in their own land, in their homeland where they were born or the geography to which they immigrate, landscapes where we learn to also embrace that identity as our own.
It is an unconscious and emotional relationship, in this sense, for me the Lake of Maracaibo nestled in my city is "me" landscape and for most of us the people, strangers and own of the state Zulia, where I am native, it is also.
Even in cultural and religious terms, the cult of the Virgin of Chiquinquirá who "arrived" by the lake, likewise the cult of San Benito, a coastal tradition of the South of the Lake; are part of the Zulian idiosyncrasy.
The emblematic and unique "Catatumbo Ray" cosmic and anthropological luminescence, as if nature and the ancestral gods were speaking to us.
The Bridge itself over the Lake, a human work of engineering, but ended up symbolizing the "meeting" of the two shores of the lake, east-west, sunrise and sunset.
The palace culture and the incredible rivers that define the lake and so I could go on with many examples.
Even the economy has to do with the Lake, because at the time of the coffee trade and oil exploitation, it is in the lake and thanks to the Lake of Maracaibo, that the market happens and the current moments everything continues to happen, added to it the technology.
I think that without the Lake of Maracaibo, surely our soul would be uprooted, hence the recurring presence of the lake in our arts and literature.
Tradition wants the Sun to be our emblem, of the "Beloved Land of the Sun" but the tropical and intense, blinding and burning sun is also in other places, instead the Lake of Maracaibo is unique and its own, because you are my identity.
We, the people of Zulia, Venezuela, have it very well tattooed on our soul, a soul deeply rooted in its indigenous lagoon, with its roots of eternity and in that fertile miscegenation that characterizes us, which we appropriately call in this wonderful land "mixing".
The sunlight on every square kilometer on my land is phosphorescent, colorful, it glows when it shines.
This land, where I was born 6 decades ago, disturbs my identity, my gentility because here in Maracaibo, my mother was born and also my maternal grandparents.
Janitze.☀️
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