Venezuela, I miss you more than ever ...

When you love someone so much and lose them, you always miss them. And if that something or someone is linked to our lives, much more. Marco Antonio Solis, Mexican singer and composer, has given us a song whose lyrics if we analyze it with love, as the poet said, we could imagine that it is linked to someone we love so much, that is part of our lives and, because we love it we miss her so much She is VZLA, to whom we adore all the vzlanos, to whom we yearn, hoping to see her some day free and emancipated as she was.

It is like our mother we met once when we came to the world: beautiful, admirable, imposing, lavish ... And from that day we fell in love with her until we loved her so much, until we gave our lives for her if necessary. That lady, that woman we miss so much, is our homeland: always proud, proud, erect above any obstacle to get ahead and provide all their children, we Venezuelans, all the happiness and happiness possible.

That's why today, we see her as distant from what one day was, so different (destroyed), we miss her. And we sang: "I miss you more than nape and I do not know what to do, I wake up and I remember you ... how were you ... at dawn. I hope another day to live without you. The mirror does not lie, I see you so different ... destroyed, marginalized and forgotten ... you need me "(not as you are now but as you were before)

"People always go by and pass, the rhythm of life seems bad to me", it seems that a nonsense ruined your existence, some of your feigned children, and led you to such a decomposition, placing you in a humiliating and disproportionate position . Today those who knew you as you were, the most prosperous, the most developed, we say: "It was so different when you were there, it was different when you were there". Yes, that thriving and prosperous Vzla where every Venezuelan was proud of you. And we're going to rescue you, above all else, to place you back on that pedestal where you've always had to be.

"There is nothing more difficult than living without you, suffering in the hope of seeing you arrive." If my Vzla, we need you as you were, and we do not spare the moment to rescue you from this tragedy that they have taken you back to as you were, the Vzla that everyone admired. So we want to see you come sooner rather than later. "The cold of my body asks for you and I do not know where you are", the democratic Vzla, not the Communist one that now they try to impose on us. And we will say all your children that we miss you so much: "If you had not left, we would be so happy (ces)". But we are going to recover my beloved Vzla, the Vzla that we all want, the free Vzla, the democratic Vzla, as you were: a safe Vzla, where we could travel everywhere without fear of violence, where each of your children had the opportunity to growth and development, where there was wellbeing and life, where we were happy and we did not know it.

"You can tear the man out of his country, but you can not tear the country out of the heart of man"