En esta no se pudo. En otra vida
En otra vida, Chávez no ganó la presidencia y el país mantuvo una economía próspera y todos aprovechamos la riqueza de un país que se desbordaba en petróleo a cada lado. No solo el petróleo se convierte en nuestro principal producto de exportación, también el café, el cacao, el turismo. Venezuela ocupa el primer lugar, ya no solo del Miss Universo, también de los países más prósperos y seguros de la región.
En otra vida, nadie en este país tiene que comer mango con sal y vinagre para aplacar su hambre, ni arepas de maíz pilado, ni tampoco nadie tiene que subir a camiones de basuras para poder trasladarse de un lugar a otro, porque no hay problemas de gasolina y el transporte funciona perfectamente. Nadie, en otra vida, debe dormir con hambre, ni tampoco debe usar como crema dental o desodorante, el bicarbonato con el limón .
En otra vida la pandemia no existió y nadie debió vacunarse. Tampoco nadie murió a causa del COVID y de las vacunas. Nadie debió recluirse en sus casas, ni perder sus trabajos, tampoco nadie dejó de dar y recibir abrazos, ni muestras de cariño por temor a contagiarse. En otra vida, el mundo, en un engranaje perfecto, siguió funcionado a pesar de todos los miedos y las amenazas.
En otra vida, mi sobrino salió sano del hospital, y nosotros hicimos fiesta porque ya estaba sano y salvo del cáncer. En otra vida él cumplió cada uno de sus sueños: se graduó de informático, se casó con su novia a quien amaba y tuvo hijos que lo amarían por siempre. En otra vida, el dolor que sentimos ahora no existe, lo soñamos y la vida es buena. En otra vida, porque en esta no se pudo…
HASTA UNA PRÓXIMA OPORTUNIDAD, AMIGOS
Todas las imágenes son de mi galería personal, y el texto fue traducido con Deepl Translate.
[Versión en inglés]
As the song says: in another life
In another life my dad does not start suffering from kidney disease or become a renal patient. In another life my dad does not enter intensive care and die far from us, in that freezing room, alone, without knowing that we were outside, waiting for him.
In another life, my father returns home with us and there we continue our usual routine and he manages to fulfill the dream he had: to make his country house his permanent place and raise chickens, vegetables and vegetables, next to my mother.
In another life, Chavez did not win the presidency and the country maintained a prosperous economy and we all took advantage of the wealth of a country that overflowed with oil on every side. Not only oil becomes our main export product, but also coffee, cocoa, tourism. Venezuela occupies the first place, not only in the Miss Universe, but also among the most prosperous and safe countries in the region.
In another life, no one has to leave his family because in this country there are possibilities to emerge, to grow, to sow the future in this land. No one imagines that he can make a home in other places, that he must travel long distances on foot, that he must learn other maps, that he must make video calls to communicate with his mother, his children, his siblings and friends. That he will never be able to return to the place where he was born, because in his country, once you leave, there are a thousand ways to close the doors.
In another life, no one in this country has to eat mangoes with salt and vinegar to appease his hunger, nor arepas made of corn, nor does anyone have to get into garbage trucks to move from one place to another, because there are no gasoline problems and transportation works perfectly. No one, in another life, should sleep hungry, nor should anyone use baking soda with lemon as toothpaste or deodorant.
In another life the pandemic did not exist and no one should have been vaccinated. Nor did anyone die because of COVID and vaccines. No one had to confine themselves to their homes, or lose their jobs, nor did anyone stop giving and receiving hugs or tokens of affection for fear of becoming infected. In another life, the world, in a perfect gear, continued to function in spite of all the fears and threats.
In another life, my nephew was never sick, he was always the athlete who left the ball in the living room, and full of sweat, tiredness and a lot of excitement, he talked about the results of the day. In another life he never complained about his leg pains and we never had to worry about it.
In another life, my nephew came out of the hospital healthy, and we celebrated because he was safe and sound from cancer. In another life he fulfilled every one of his dreams: he graduated with a degree in computer science, married his sweetheart whom he loved and had children who would love him forever. In another life, the pain we feel now does not exist, we dream it and life is good. In another life, because in this one we couldn't.