It's time to be Venezuelan!

No doubt, Venezuela is experiencing the reddest moment of recent years. Unlike other times, we are not painted red product of an advertising or political strategy, it is not the consumption of a massive product, nor is it the latest fashion that is used in other places; The red that today covers Venezuela comes from the blood that spills daily, mostly young blood, which contrasts with the black color of the asphalt where the vital fluid falls and is lost every time a life is truncated product of intolerance and by the excessive ambition of our rulers.

It is the Venezuela of Simon Bolivar, a Venezuela marked by the blood of its men and women from pre-Hispanic times. This particular ink that serves to write the pages of our libertarian and optimistic history always spills over the white pages of mourning and suffering of mothers and brothers in the name of the future.

Being Venezuelan is our sixth sense and has nothing to do with being born or living in Venezuela. We Venezuelans are as we are in large part because of our desire to be happy and live in peace. That's why a Venezuelan stays in his country, that's why a Venezuelan emigrates, that's why a Venezuelan fights and that's why a Venezuelan is indifferent. It's in our genes, it's in our blood.

Venezuelans always want to be happy. The ways to achieve this are particular, but when it is impossible to achieve happiness, Venezuelan join others in search of the same and we infect all those around us to help us in this mission. That is why the friends of Venezuela are present in the words of every foreigner who gives us his hand in passing. I'm not talking about governments, I'm talking about people.

A Venezuelan is Venezuelan wherever he is. A Venezuelan does not know postures and always, whether he wants to or not, people will know that he is Venezuelan. That is why a Venezuelan away from his land will always be thinking about his mother, his mother Venezuela.

A Venezuelan in Venezuela is not happy because they snatched away his Venezuela. A Venezuelan abroad is not happy because they snatched away his Venezuela. There is no difference between one and the other.  Venezuelans are all living bitter moments and those who are in the country suffer from living in a country that no longer resembles their country and the one is abroad suffers from living in a country that is not their country and find out that their parents, brothers, children, friends live in a country that no longer resembles his country.

Today more than ever Venezuelans are united in a feeling that is called Venezuela. No matter where they are, they are making themselves felt. The blood of us Venezuelans calls us all.

Venezuelan listen to your blood and if you feel the call, then it is your time. It's time to be Venezuelan!