Mariah Pabón (*)
Lord President
This flux
black, imposing, soft-touch, signature, I confess that I was impressed. Its rugged clothing that humanity involving Bolibourgeois, made in Paris to look at the first media show of what he called his great humanitarian mission, it left me breathless. It was not the same revolutionary red shirt, red very red flesh as advertised by Jorge Rodriguez. It was a flux, a Sarkozy-style suit. A majestic painting of King, an agent of imperialism. Bright, silk-like, perfect in court, just their size, in keeping with the cutting of hair and deep black tone, fully combined with the impeccable white shirt and tie of Italian origin, red neck tied to a very verbose. There was
you against foreign correspondents, Mr. seriously dress, revealing his magic formula to rescue three hostages held by the angels of Tiro Fijo, with the permission of President Uribe. Three hostages, three thousand, including many children who have been stolen to be part of the revolutionary militias.
Among tales of roads and inconsistent responses, with a TV heartthrob voice, confessed to all the media audience, the deep desire to sit one on one with the bread of God, false name Manuel Marulanda, nicknamed Tiro Fijo, author of thousands of murders in cold blood, the most recent and painful, lacking in compassion was the murder of 11 deputies, who in blood Cold shot in the back and you will not flinch. For obviating such minutiae, you want to chat with all my heart that his idol, because he has always said it is a full-time guerrilla "As we reached the Sierra Maestra, I imagined she had been a soldier in it, I am a soldier guerrilla in the Sierra Maestra and the Moncada barracks, "he said during his visit to Santiago de Cuba, where he arrived dressed in red Santa Claus, to give away 100 houses and sign 14 agreements, while in return presented him with Fidel's rifle and a replica of the machete of General Maceo, symbols to be invincible, in the words of Raul Castro.
At the same time, in Vargas state, hundreds of victims wept at the foot of the ruins of their homes, waiting for a hand of friendship and mercy that is yours, Commander, mocha for Venezuelans, generous to the rest of the world.
I know he has little time to read the national news and I just want to refresh your memory and remind you that it is still the commander in chief of the FARC, but the president of the Bolivarian Republic of Venezuela, sits more guerrilla at the bottom of heart, has called this rescue mission an act of love itself, and recognition of the tenderness of the revolutionary drug. Well
wanted to tell you while you walked hopping from Paris to Cuba, from Cuba to Argentina and Cuba again, here, killed 142 people only in the holiday season, 60 in Caracas, at the end of the year three children died of dengue Aragua and have been reported ten thousand victims of this evil can be avoided only with good sanitation. You
which gives them a missionary of love, raise your voice for the 148 kidnapped by guerrillas and Venezuelan border underworld of Los Llanos, Tachira and Zulia. We must mourn for Ingrid, of course, but here crying, no pain, no despair. The west Caracas surf rubbish, as you navigate the sea of \u200b\u200bhappiness and just waiting for the happy ending to his rescue company to give a blow to Uribe. Already one of the hostages, Clara Gonzalez, has asked not to do a show with his son, but you want to be photographed with Emmanuel in his arms. Do not discuss your role, or that you feel should be next to those three people who have helped you out of hell, but they do what they want is to get home, see her family, hug your friends.
Forget for a moment to be the center of the world and God, turn your eyes to this country misgoverned, disorganized, impoverished and sad. Help with the same love with which to help others. Remember this is your país.Y if not, leave you to hell, Mr. President, if not decide once and for all in this nation rebuild shattered because of him.
In this new year, go home, meet with your family, hug your father, your mother, your grandchildren and their children, his wife, if any, to understand what an act of love and what would feel if one of them was missing. Mariahep@yahoo.es
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