The Mirror, New Men

There is nothing more to look at, when the crisis does you good. So we smiled some Venezuelans, the obese of ego and fat.

Those who usurp our Venezuelan nation and all who profit from it; dollars, euros, CADIVI, contracts, rice, mercal, gasoline, gold, and perversity, consciously and unconsciously become accomplices, although part of the solution is created. Even if they talk like victims and bleed the innocent.

The accomplices skimp to resell life, when it comes to serving the mercenary's aesthetic. That which sowed this regime, to the regimes of criminal revolutions, that buried the coffee grower, the teacher, the policeman, the military man of conviction, the worker and the musician of humanity.

A theory sold tricks, to create a new man, full of tricks, and traps ..., a man who looks in the mirror and sees goodness, sees "entrepreneurship" and to his account comes the result of the proscribed, of hunger, of totalitarianism , of corruption.

There are those who slip the party, the condominium and the board of parents and representatives. He does not go to the teacher's march and in a conversation anyone spits out his pity.

There are those in the mirror who see an example, but behind him he has the tyrant announcing the graduation of the new man, of the new men; and he is one of them. Far from that, Venezuela must be reborn.

Written by Jhon A. Romero.-