LIMOSES TO SOCIETY

Bathed by the Caribbean in the northernmost area of southern America, is Venezuela, a country blessed on its four sides by the natural divinity, but lashed in a malefic day by day media that distorts as a village to be shown to the entire planet in a kind of script to the best cinematographic style taken advantage of by fishermen of scrambled rivers that stalk like sharks to the school in a sea of unequal freedoms.

FUENTE

The immense sea that borders the beautiful land of Bolívar, is surrounded in the greenness that flows with waters passing its veins of rivers, lakes and lagoons populated with lives in droughts that irnotically are exterminated with slowness and, in a paradox of blessings of so much wealth natural, at the same time, the evil appears with the claws of fishermen navigating our waters waiting to catch us in their networks "under the pretext" of help.

This sea of country is composed of a neo-society of sardines that, on the one hand, reach the bottom of the misery jurungando trash to survive, while, on the other hand, the shark as a big fish that explodes and bleeds it in their needs the daily life crises of daily crises to radically change the affable and laughable nature of the Venezuelan, turning him into a kind of stolid citizen victim of such hunger or precarious health.

The contradictions of the impoverished can be trapped by the network of media that alienate and misinform them while the enriched catch that opportunity to continue growing in the hunger of the impoverished. This is a country that with morality and struggle has given peace and freedom in the world, receiving citizens from all continents, especially neighbors, however, many of those countries that feed our sharing, today we take their humiliating hooks labeling us as canned sardines.

Our Venezuelan society is sick with neurosis and sycosis, the victim of injections loaded with doses of phobias or hobbies that float in the waters of the country in an uninformed confusion that captures those who practice with the "apartheid" fishing rod and classify the citizen fish on foot in a "fó" signpost which sardines decomposed and placed to the risky stench that aims pedradas intended as to the Magdalena saved by Jesus or to give them candles in the style of witches in bonfires of the medieval past.

While the alarms are on, the sirens stop being myths and the whales sing threateningly turning through the shoals of sardines that they will swallow and, on the other hand, in their cowardice and scared, surely the same shark that fattens eating its The people, will try to flee in the waters invaded by hungry whales of a society mistaken for bad fishermen and weak fish.

To feed ourselves we must learn to truly fish what is necessary without badly receiving the gift fish as a gift. We have the opportunity to unlearn what has been learned, there is still time to swim to the right luck as fish and good fishermen. Let's be like salmon who instinctively watch their moment and face the vicissitudes of predators along the way, swim against the current to save their ancestors. We must run the seas of experience, let us be those salmon who survive to the last breath of flesh to make way for the continuous species that nourishes the perpetual nature of the peaceful waters in a just and balanced society.