On this occasion they bring our country to the center of your reflections. A wounded country, which has become a pain.
Dictatorships do that: they turn us into medical metaphors and dig deep into disease until the territories and their people are but one sore.
In our case, the wound is already so large and the tissue is so deteriorated that the center of the wound shows the bone. Most of them are there and on the edges of each other, each time thinner and more radicalized, polarized, each time more exhausted.
The cure is freedom, which the majority asks for, so that we can return to being a single healthy tissue, as requested, among others, by the powerful voice of Rafael Cadenas and as (almost all) poets have always asked for.
Thank you for digging into your country's pain (that is perceived) to give us the lucidity of thought. That also cures totalitarianism.
Dear @nancybriti, as always you give us a very well written post, with the words that poetry lends you.
Thanks to @adsactly for publishing it.
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Your comment is so beautiful and so tragic at the same time, @adncabrera! There's a truth the size of that sore you're talking about. The country is wounded, it has bled a lot, it has lost a lot. Divide and conquer, and that's what the government did! But now he doesn't know how to maintain the line, the division, when every day we look at ourselves in the mirror. A fragmented mirror that reflects the sad and tired faces of Venezuelans. Thank you for your pertinent and intelligent comments. Hugs for you.