[ES/EN] Venezuela lucha por su libertad./Venezuela fights for his freedom.

Estamos cansados. Somos un hermoso país que lo han llevado a la ruina. Antes la gente venía a nuestro país por el cálido clima, las hermosas playas ¡incluso el Salto Ángel! (que todos conocen por Up). Y ahora todos se van. Ya sea por el aeropuerto o un ataúd tres metro bajo tierra. Me duele mi país. Me duele ver que mis amigos se van porque saben que su futuro aquí ya no vale nada. Me duele ver como los niños/adultos/jóvenes se mueren a diario porque no hay insumos suficientes para todos. Me duele que no puedo salir a una disco o a casa de un amigo, incluso a caminar de noche porque corro el riesgo de ser asesinada sólo por un celular. Me duele ver que los chamos están dejando su vida por nosotros en la calle protestando mientras que a muchos no les importa. Me duele ver niños toooodos los días comiendo de la basura porque sus padres no tienen para llevarle ni un pedacito de pan a ellos o peor, que sus padres no pudieron conseguir alimentos porque nos hay NADA en este país. Se lo han robado todo, que hasta el miedo se lo llevaron. Yo se que algún día te recuperaremos, mi amada Venezuela. Se que pronto todos volverán y lloraremos de alegría porque volveremos a ser un país hermoso, seguro y alegre. Pronto mi Venezuela. Pronto serás nuestra otra vez.
¡QUE VIVA VENEZUELA!

(El dibujo fue creado por mi, pensando en todo lo que ha pasado y esta pasando en mi país... las calaveras a fondo son todos aquellos jóvenes que mataron luchando por nuestra Venezuela y su libertas, luego podemos ver a los tres principales asesinos y culpables de que esto este como esta y la mujer que esta toda lastimada es Venezuela luchando por su propia libertad.)

We are tired. We are a beautiful country that they it have taken to the ruin. Before the people were coming to our country for the hot climate, the beautiful beaches even the Jump Angel! (That they all know for Up). And now they all go away. Already be for the airport or a coffin three underground meter. My country hurts me. It hurts me to see that my friends go away because they know that his future here already does not cost anything. It hurts me to see as the children, young women, adults die daily because there are no sufficient inputs for all. It hurts me that I cannot go out for one I dial or to house of a friend, even to walking by night because I traverse the risk of being murdered only by the cellular one. It hurts me to see that the chamos are leaving his life for us in the street protesting whereas it does not matter for many. It hurts me children see toooodos the days eating of the garbage because his parents do not have to take not even a pedacito of bread to them or worse, that his parents could not obtain food because us there is NOTHING in this country. There has been stolen everything, that up to the fear they took it to him. I that some day we will recover you, my dear Venezuela. That prompt they they all will turn and we will cry of happiness because we will return to be a beautiful, sure and happy country. Soon my Venezuela. Soon you will be ours again.
THAT LIVES THROUGH VENEZUELA!

(The drawing was created for my, thinking about everything what has happened and spending this one in my country ... the skulls thoroughly are all those young persons who killed fighting for our Venezuela and his you liberate, then we can see three principal assassins and culprits of whom this this as this one and the woman who this quite injured is Venezuela fighting for his own freedom.)