A money that we do not see, a bag with two items, two pork loaves and a card; they are the symbols of equality promulgated by a regime called socialist. Tags of a region in ruins.
At the moment there are more than 30 million Venezuelans, and each one of us; it is the unpublished version of some time, of some purpose that intersects in the city, in the fields, in the streets, in the schools and at work. At that point we are all society. In that way, we are all Venezuela. There we are filled with the fear caused intentionally by a usurping government of a dictatorial nature, the terror that the criminal produces that has been done in impunity. The rage of broken expectations.
The hunger that hinders the dreams of a mother and her belly. What remains in Venezuela? Reasons to leave and reasons to stay.
I express my version; thanking my family for the support, for the friends who listen to me and read me every day, with whom I laugh out loud at sunsets. To the loves that are without being, to my beautiful profession and the radio. Because mine are the memories that make me what I am, and I aspire to be. I decide to believe that this is also thanks to my country.
Written by Jhon A. Romero.-