Reopening a box of illusions

I worked as an animator of radio programs of several renowned radio stations for a long time, I studied and tried to graduate in the beautiful career of Modern Languages ​​and I could not because of the absence of teachers that was already felt during that year in 2013.
Since 14 years ago began mi dream, wanting to write some day the pages of a book, print it and publish it in my country, and I wanted to translate it myself for all people in the rest of the world; and get sell some of the lines of my poetry to some famous singer as Laura Pausini or maybe Shakira, why not?... But, in those times paper sheets began to be scarce to print in the editorials even for the regular media like the national written press, and in fact there is very little written news already. My dreams have been freezing one by one, in a communist and oppressive country with a mask of democracy and freedom. As someone could cut the feathers of a bird so it does not fly so high.
The injustices in which I have developed as a human being and the needs that my family has lived in such a short time killed the poetry that I carried in my heart in those years when I was in the University de los Andes where that period I studied there were with alot student difficulties almost all the college career, until finally the human resource was finished, the most important tools: the teachers. And thus, each semester the dream of finishing the major was postponed. I thought about changing university to the Central University of Venezuela and that year they closed the career that I was studying in the beautiful city of Merida, my beloved Modern Languages ​​carrer where I could study just five semesters. During these five years I have had to work many different things to my real dream. The last thing I did was to sell bread, one month ago, and I did not continue because in the streets there is no cash (paper currency) and the bank transfers are not being made effectively due to failures of the banking platforms that we have nowadays.

So, paralyzed at home by a government that has youth without jobs and whitout financial security, I concentrated on just investigating what to do online, with the internet, slow, but still working. My dreams were frozen all this time, and I am just 30 years old. Many people like me pray second by second for a better country, to reopen that door of dreams and make them, surely here, here within our country, having the other countries to walk and meet, or for some people just go to meet their work goals, but not to run away to move their families, or even worse, to leave their families, and all this for seek to live with human rights, healthiest, safe and with "dignity". Because that's why many people have left here, and for this heavy reason we want to go away, to run out of this nightmare, because yes, many have left, but here are a lot of people who are still here... and we have not been able to go yet... and we want to run away... But while we want this, we are praying that we do not have to run away. We are begging for this nightmare arrived to an end.

I already, I pray essentially for my son, so that his dreams may come true in this gift of opportunities, which I asked for him; gift called life.

In this way I start and show what I want to be the most beautiful opportunity I see here ... The one to write and publish, here. Thanks for reading, thanks to the creators, always thanks.

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