My Venezuela does not cry, my Venezuela dreams, yearns, yearns for hope, illusion of having the country we deserve, the country that has its faults, with its scandalous streets, the grandmothers fighting with their boys and not with the bank teller after a cola tail to collect the pension ....
My eyes are the reflection of the Venezuela that I love and that I have, just need to purify it ...
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