Once upon a time there was a distant land in the beautiful Caribbean where its wonders dazzled, overflowing with black gold deep in its land, and of a very poor people by a very dirty and corrupt government.
Impressive and beautiful country, where freedom existed before, where nothing was lacking, where work gave to live, no one played at destabilization, power belonged to everyone, and the poor were only seen in foreign news. There prevailed the common good.
One lives the irony of being the richest and poorest country in the continent, led by a dictatorial democracy, rejected as a free nation by almost all its neighbors, and the income of a worker is not enough for a food.
In previous times, where they lived as kings, came a soldier, full of social resentment, saying "Being rich is bad", filled with hatred to his people and after 20 years, I believe a poor nation, forcing its people to flee to other lands.
Many ask themselves: Is this true that we live?
These citizens, even with everything bad that is lived, the smile on the face. Never missing ... that wonderland is called: Venezuela