Dream of glory and blows of wake up Venezuela's Independence Day

Today marks the Independence Day of Venezuela. Nation in metastasis with name and face of poverty, which spreads insensitivity, corruption, violence, dehumanization in every cell of our society (family nuclei) and progressively moves to the largest lung on our planet, leaving us only a weak breath next of death ... Reality very sad, but at the same time are scenarios that invite us to organize and work for a better country, and the preservation of our planet, build resilience to ensure the progress of Human Development.

In a moment of reflection I had destined a prudent time to write something that came out improvised, but by mistake I lost it. I will never stop listening to my singers because they increase my telluric passion, my deep roots, that is, my love for the country.

Venezuelans-especially those who have the responsibility to promote peace today-must always listen to these men, geniuses; Men geniuses who gave us life. To listen to them is to understand what we are, to love in harmony. "The mango versus apple" and the pain of the guaraca that suffers in its transit, teaches us and fills us in the melody.

Reading my history books, I found some of those motivating phrases (which pretend to be an incentive for your emotional stability) something that Benjamin Franklin said at some point in his life: "Take out all the coins you have in your pocket and invest them in your brain, and he will take care of filling your pocket with gold".

In Venezuela, I do not know to what extent, such an assertion has a correspondence with what happens in our society. In this country of accommodative-accommodative, or better said, of the borrowed, the ethical precepts that would guarantee an equitable economic organization and a sustainable productivity, generated and generating merit, seem to fade into a labyrinth full of corrupt and scoundrels.

To the generation of the new millennium, that one that was born between the 80s and the first decade of the 2,000th, (in reality to all, but for the young people it has a different implication, due to the dream dichotomy of glory - awkwardness of awakening) we have to deal with a nation detached from international trends, in a country that is plunged into the dawn of ignorance and disqualification, coupled with crime, inflation, shortages, queues, shocks, without money in their pockets as in banks and inequality. Yes, inequality, that which is suffered vis-avis with those who multiplied their wealth at the expense of disorder and who became boliburgueses. A generation that lives feeling the worst and at the same time hopeful for the best, parallel to an unintelligible snobbery.

But well, while the verbiage and inability of second-rate politicians, who, from both sides, still do not show hopeful scenarios, we have to survive in this valley of tears, drinking and late nights.

Independence Day, but this time, I will not be able to finish my idea with a cheering phrase. I leave it to the postmodern coaching or guru. They are wandering everywhere.

I thought about writing historically about Independence Day, but this stew came to me from words that come to me at the end of fair readings about our reality.

... They will know to understand my situation ...

Written by Jhon A. Romero.-