dawned, I was awakened by a timid ray of sun that streamed through the curtain to tell me the day began, a new opportunity that God gave me to amend the road and straighten it a good time. Very
despite having slept enough and very comfortable, I get out of bed with a lazy and apathetic stronger than normal, typical of this time of day. Upon leaving the room I realize that I am in an environment aphasic and wilderness. Situation that grabs me by surprise, I lie in one place and it seems that I wake up in another.
With an understandable fear, I approached the door to leave and look around. Recognize the inside of where I am, but no such context. I open the door and which I see would be a typical scene of Alfred Hitchcock style, people I know and total strangers too, are dominated by a strange feeling of exaltation and force, attack each other separated by a very mighty river and violent each group or band is in different banks. I do not quite go my surprise when I appear suddenly in a boat and cross the waters of that river. In the course achieving depth look at each person and their attitude, I worry too much the feeling of revenge, pain, blame and self-sufficiency of people in each river.
However, when I look back I realize that the boat did not go alone, keep me company a lot of people, who like me are victims of the confusion in not understanding what is happening. Suddenly in the distance, one of my unknown companions, achieves a kind of peep delta, mouth of that river where we were.
very frightened, cross the troubled waters of that delta, and ended up in the middle of a lake, calm water and beautiful, a heavenly place, so beautiful and welcoming many of those in the boat we had dared to whisper died and gone to heaven. When the boat arrived alone on the shore of the lake, we got off and started walking without separate from each other, as if trying to identify the place where we were. To continue to pay our already crowded situations account spasms, I could scan a very beautiful woman, crowned with 8 stars, dressed in rags, which at one time was a very beautiful and luxurious clothing. The scene reminded me of some I had read in the book of Revelation, which made me think, though I dared not speak to others, instead of being in paradise, we were in the middle of the final trial and tried to discern the happy somewhere four horsemen and the 144,000 sealed on the forehead.
I approached the woman, I could see she was very beautiful, although it was very sloppy in appearance and clothing, to one side had great wealth, who apparently did not fit anything in there. The woman did not stop mourn and then I saw, with astonishment, that her tears were those who ate like a river tributary. The woman suddenly, pointing at the people we had seen on the banks of the river and then cried with more intensity. Do not know what to say or what to do at the moment, I just moved a little closer and saw that she was behind a lot of people, many more than we had seen on the banks of the river or on the boat, these people were working, and doing tasks of each person or by their social life without any concern, and although quite often they passed rueful women, there appeared to be of interest to them, they just wanted to be and keep the peace that they lived in the town.
To fear me, I could see people exalted the river were not isolated, nor were they unable to reach the site of apparent celestial peace where we were. I came in to see how little some of them and continued their struggle in that place, so I understood at once that peace in which people lived out their work or social life, it was only in appearance, a mirage that had assumed to be true opted not to give importance to coming to kill others for having different ideas. In my heart arose then a feeling of disgust, I could not understand how these people preferred to be apathetic and give up everything to live their alleged peaceful life, while others are assaulted each other, while the beautiful women of both mourn dried. Not seem to realize that the false peace in which they lived was so fragile that soon the violent, they did not know, be part of their society and by then it would be too late awakening.
I went back to the beautiful woman, but this time understanding why their heartbreaking cries, was a mother who suffered from seeing their children, separated, divided and ignored each other. I sat by his side and told me only 12 nouns: "Caruao, Caracas, universities, journalists, media, church, trade, envy, hate, tolerance, hope and awakening." Currently not understand the meaning of those words that made this woman ever uttered them in torrential streams leave tears in his beautiful eyes.
I moved a little closer and I wanted to hug her to comfort and solace in some pain, but it seemed wrong to do so without even knowing his name. In the midst of the devastating tears, I asked - muttering What's your name? She responded: "Venezuela." I knew then that everything was not a dream, the dream was a fantasy in which we live most, I sat next to the beautiful lady and I began to mourn with her, because clearly facing my reality.
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