The flight of the tricolor guacamayo is no longer the same, the macaw no longer returns home but migrates, leaves, leaves his home, spreads his wings in search of a better future. The work and sweat of his forehead is no longer enough to forge a prosperous future, his habitat has been devastated, he no longer sleeps, he no longer eats, he no longer lives, he works and he works and he has nothing, he smells tall macaw, he extends his wings but do not forget the way back home.

The gift of an uncertain future is that which we have been given to Venezuelans, day by day in the faces of disappointment, waiting for something to happen, faces stretched out, hungry and downcast for a future that seems to have no consolation. Fly high macaw that your gift is freedom.

The gift of an uncertain future was that which was given to us, by choosing wrongly, or because at the time some of them chose badly, an idea that seemed to make sense became an uproar and disappointment, because we did not count on our wings being cut off crushed and destroyed by the same man, the equal, the one who does not face adversity but the cause, the evil man, the cruel, heartless, greedy and fearless of committing the most frightful and cowardly acts.

The gift of an uncertain future is not to allow a normal youth, to want to have quality of life, to form a family, to share with your childhood friends, quite the contrary they leave, separate, take flight, open their wings to the meeting With other cultures, with other lives, we say goodbye without knowing if we will see each other later.

An uncertain future, has given us this genocidal government, murderer not only of people but of desires, murderer of hope, that intimidates us because we are afraid, in such a large land where dreams have crushed us, not just one, two or 100 at least, but to an entire nation, which today sleeps with open eyes, fear and waiting for something new to happen.

Day after day the uncertainty envelops the smallest, reaching the big one and the one who does not have so many memories, even the one who commemorates having lived in a nation with development and employment opportunities, how is it possible for a person to snatch so many dreams? assassinate and continue to control what is foreign. A sleepy country where everyone has taken flight, leaving behind a whole universe, their land, their friends and all their longings to see their children, nephews and grandchildren grow, in the place that gave shelter to so many moments, leave and leave behind an earthquake and fire, a disaster with a category that does not fit in a single book, a story that I would not like to have captured in your memories, a gift that I do not wish to anyone, the gift of an uncertain future.

Dreams weigh today, they are dying dreams, dreams that seem foreign, fly high macaw, find your flight, do not let them tie you to an uncertain future, open your wings and find your center, build a perfect universe, and return to reencounter with those, who have always believed in you, who have always been on your side beating, from the heart to life, from the dreams the yearnings, get everything and more and teach everyone what is good, as decisions can make you cost half trip, as a single being can damage a whole forest, how to say no and never accept from a stranger, a gift stained, a gift stained with more questions than answers, never accept it and finally understand what is good , to reject many times an idea, to reject a project, that often you do not know the truth and that to err is human but also to do good, fly high macaw, fly high and in the distance let your wings grow and show that You're done.

Raquel Ramirez