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Venezuelan love!

A light spirit, is able to levitate above the daily sustained a more optimistic attitude to life . A person not easily load the " arrechera" daily, frustration, sadness and despair, especially in situations as complex as those in our country today, is simply worthy of my admiration and respect. I'm not talking to ignore such serious problems that we face the Venezuelan in our day to day, but of the blessed capacity, under address them and move on, without degenerating the nobility that characterizes us. The Venezuelan has that innate ability as a condition, as essence. Every day I go out find a reason to come back home with my faith in people intact.

is because no one like our compatriots in the world! Among the many virtues, the Venezuelan is talkative and has a sense of humor that springs from every pore. For the Venezuelan is natural to make a joke of the worst circumstances and face them with a smile from ear to ear. Is able to laugh at himself and whatever. I think it is natural and wonderful to us.

The fact is that every time I go out and lose patience in a corner or attack me impotence and rage in the other, it also once again something that makes me happy to be home Venezuelan and to be here. The Venezuelan love me. I've met people of different nationalities, with many virtues, but as the Venezuelan ... it goes! No!

I will not delve into details but I'll let you three examples that I find wonderful Venezuelan and their characteristics key to address this complex and difficult circumstances we live in today.

It is no secret that living in Caracas, the "Branch of the sky" may become a little hell during rush hour ... Despite the rain, heat , litter, noise, traffic, insecurity, food shortages, the high cost of living, raw sewage running down the stairs of the neighborhood, the pegoste, fatigue, stress, tools for boys, school, rent, daily madrugonazo, the chains of the President, last Magallanes in the classification, marches, cacerolazos ... etc. ... there are four moto-taxi drivers in a corner of Chacaíto with Gazette Riding in a pocket, laughing among themselves and occasionally yelling at people going:

- Taisia \u200b\u200bMoto, Moto Taisia, going, going, let's go that I have a job, I have a single post, nobody here is going para'o ...

Another day, a crowded subway at 7 pm, all stuck in the cheek of another, the sour smell of the environment intertwined with the expensive perfume and crush the cheap, bodies touch, rub, hug involuntarily travel eyes faces and have ceiling joints, armpits blush and choke the noses of breath mint dizzy and devil ... In a season when most people can not be longer, and are closed by compressing the humanity that engulfed the car. In the midst of this jumble of labor remains only aspire to reach home safely, take off your shoes, lie a bath pa'sacarse headache and finish digest the four hot dogs that were just put in the corner, one voice rises above the heads:

- Well, first of all , veld? Good evening, ladies and caalleros. Pelmití I will steal them half an hour of your time ...

People bursts out laughing, celebrating the grace and the responses are quick to shoot ...

- Fuck no, half an hour? If you want to go home with me Dad ... pa'mi

laughs. The subject continues

- Well, first na-a, I am a student, Velda? And I need a small colaoración thus, is able colaorá USTE, which is just bowling for Caez 3mil, not impoverish or enrich anyone veld?

Someone among the passengers and amid laughter, he replied:

- Damn! 3mil "Bowling? Have you raised the price?

The subject between laughter and grace, he continues:

- Quiet father, who toavía not fueltes and Bs Cart is oiled tike. Anyway, today is half and took the world to'o Now Pa 'i' to bebéselos in the corner, I'd better give them to me ... hahaha ... Ah! And here is quiet full selvicio, OITE? Do not worry that I pass by his place, did not stir up and make me his tail, I know that to'os want to contribute and that is dolmío, assured that I will do the favola of despeltalo Pa'que not pieldan this colaorá opportunity with colaoración ... If it goes!

The Metro whistle the tone and opens the door and all the passengers out of the car laughing, soul livianita, because the guys who just mount the show, was fired warning, a particular nasal tone of voice that happen next week charging without fail, haberles "entertained" the trip.

Another night, in a corner of the " Francisco de Miranda", at about 7:30, when the avenue is converted into a large parking lot beginning at Parque Cristal and Chacaíto ends at the "Teddy " of a bus, half body out the passenger window and yells at the passengers are resigned to the stop:

- Chacaito, Solano, Plaza Venezuela, Bolivar, New ICCL, Silence ... I'm para'o Seize, if set, come look at them ... Pa'que

And to a couple embracing, offered "special Selvicio " ...

- Montenses therefore beware, that there are double posts, here it is the whole family , advantage ...

No matter the circumstances ... the Venezuelan is well and I think it's wonderful. Whatever they say, the people here, my people, with their candor and nobility is great. It is "my people meek, gentle people I " as sung Ali. For many, my people are scum, pocofino, uncultured, ordinary, party animal, womanizer, gambler and all you want ... Maybe. But we have not even arguably in the world!

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