in Venezuela where the colors of love cross

Where the roads cross, where the sea can not be conceived. Where the fugitive always returns, I speak of My beautiful venezuela And a long time in my life, the place where I became independent, saw my love grow and my children be born. Moments of much struggle, better and worse, but that undoubtedly built me ​​and forged great friendships. Every so often, the heart drags me to this earth today I feel nostalgic I miss so many beautiful moments ...