My venezuela in ruins.

Since that beautiful time when my mother gave birth to me, it was a very beautiful Venezuela, where all the people were rich and bought a lot of food in a very easy way, the children had fun and had that beautiful smile and a beautiful emotion because their parents took them every weekend to the squares and parks of Venezuela, where they liked very much because with only going out their parents bought many sweets and varieties of great gifts were in the streets.

All that happened in the years 2000, where everything was another landscape or as better said another world, where everything was very different, in what way, in the way that everyone in the morning in a beautiful sunrise got up happy with those tremendous desire to have a tasty coffee and enjoy a tasty arepa, where you could get up with the best way to say ´buenos días´, where your parents prepared those tasty dishes full of tasty food, and a tasty coffee with milk, which is what Venezuelans like.

When I was about 10 years old, I was still a kid where I still liked to play with toys and watch comic books on TV, where many of my friends sat in the courtyard of my house to chat for a while as children that we are, where I remember at that very moment we started with the topics of ´qué you would like when it is grande´, And so among all my friends we began to talk about that subject, where one called Luis commented that he wanted to be a good cop, and another commented that he wanted to be a great school teacher, and so they all gave their point of view of their future in which they wanted to be..

But even so they all waited for me to give my point of view of my great future, where I, with minutes of thinking, told them that I wanted to be a university professional and have my own big house and a few cars and have a lot of money, although they were all amazed and told me that I had a great and good future, but even so we continued chatting and talking for a while, where the night still did not fall, then all of us were hungry, but unfortunately our parents were not at home, where Luis tells us that he had money and thus all began to say that they had money saved. So we decided to go to the store that was on the corner of the house to go shopping, and we all went very quickly to the store where we bought a variety of sweets, lollipops, pepitos .... And we sat down again in the courtyard of my house to eat and eat...

Already in a long time where I have reached the age of majority, where I see that my futures are still thinking that they are not becoming reality, look at Venezuela as it is in ruins, where many of the people to survive in this country, have to go to the garbage a look for a few pieces of food, where you must also go to another country, to be able to send money to your relatives in Venezuela, where you will no longer have that beautiful freedom to go with your parents to a park or squares, because that way you don't have enough money, that when you leave your house is no longer like before, you can no longer go and buy sweets or any nice gift that you can see in the street.