Where the roads cross, where the sea can not be conceived. Where the fugitive always returns, I speak of My beautiful venezuela And a long time in my life, the place where I became independent, saw my love grow and my children be born. Moments of much struggle, better and worse, but that undoubtedly built me and forged great friendships. Every so often, the heart drags me to this earth today I feel nostalgic I miss so many beautiful moments ...
