Aurora Vanderlux
I was nerfed for the sake of the plot
- Oct 1, 2020
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How many years have we been in this ruin? How many marches, how many speeches, how many "exits" that end in nothing? From the outside, one sees everything more clearly, and it hurts to admit it: we are trapped in a country that seems condemned to devour itself. Everyone promises, everyone shouts, but in the end nothing changes. Those who can, leave. Those who can't, survive. And those who remain? They seem resigned to the tragedy, as if it no longer matters.
We are in the eternal "now yes," where each announcement of change is another farce. They have us playing this macabre game of broken hope, where there is always an excuse: "the regime is very strong," "the people are tired," "the people do not unite." But what happens when those who should lead also fail? When the politicians who claim to represent us only seek their share, their show, their ego.
And us? Divided, exhausted, surrendered. We fight each other while the country continues to sink. How many have to die for something to happen? How many more have to leave? How many more years are we going to hear the same news and the same excuses, while they up there share the spoils and we continue to mourn a country that seems not to want to save itself?
The truth is this: we are alone. The international community uses us as a headline to wash their consciences, but in the end, they don't care about us. No one will come to save us. And it seems that we don't even want to save ourselves. It's heartbreaking to say it, but sometimes I wonder if we have no choice but to resign ourselves to being that broken nation that everyone runs away from and no one wants to remember.
Venezuela hurts me, but it hurts me more to think that perhaps we will never see the change. Because in the end, nothing ever happens. And perhaps it never will.
Go to hell everything
We are in the eternal "now yes," where each announcement of change is another farce. They have us playing this macabre game of broken hope, where there is always an excuse: "the regime is very strong," "the people are tired," "the people do not unite." But what happens when those who should lead also fail? When the politicians who claim to represent us only seek their share, their show, their ego.
And us? Divided, exhausted, surrendered. We fight each other while the country continues to sink. How many have to die for something to happen? How many more have to leave? How many more years are we going to hear the same news and the same excuses, while they up there share the spoils and we continue to mourn a country that seems not to want to save itself?
The truth is this: we are alone. The international community uses us as a headline to wash their consciences, but in the end, they don't care about us. No one will come to save us. And it seems that we don't even want to save ourselves. It's heartbreaking to say it, but sometimes I wonder if we have no choice but to resign ourselves to being that broken nation that everyone runs away from and no one wants to remember.
Venezuela hurts me, but it hurts me more to think that perhaps we will never see the change. Because in the end, nothing ever happens. And perhaps it never will.
Go to hell everything
