I'm going to tell a story, a story to and from the vastness of the plains, to leave a memory, a and a memory, to my countrymen ... toditos is a story, but starts with a letter of passage, has chapters that do not look to the legends of the plains, with its whistling, his ball of fire, and other bogeymen Sayona inevitable, it is in other stories, such as fairy tales, which include those with princes dream wedding in full regalia, epaulets kale and chest amedallado transfer of gold braid, leading the bride under an arch of gleaming swords.
But keep in mind, camera, revolution that "everyday is extraordinary." So what the plains here are not fables. The proof is that if curucutear you like on the network and also entrepitear in the lives of others, should not, you will find the graphics very recent lavish wedding of a president who made that magic apureño dream of a beauty queen. It was a great night, fantastic, magnificent, as a gift from a fairy godmother.
pitiful thing is that, unlike fairy tales, these idyllic images not marked a "happy end", but the beginning of the torments the brand new regional prince, who makes Within days, forced by a thundering Jupiter's topochal pop, resigned. What fairy tale requires a maluca?
twitter Up for has circulated the letter of resignation, written in his own handwriting, with characters in such a hurry, and do not come from Apure, which give the appearance rather of medical recipe, those miraculously can only understand in pharmacies.
But we have not come here to increase the suffering of the character so popular. We come to the deep thoughts that motivate us these events. Hondas, I say, not by intention, but because the country falls, falls and falls, has sunk as is well down there in the depths of great national confusion, where we do everything.
say that the governor had four months of not paying the employees Ould. True Mother of Sorrows!. Rarely carried by his office. Anima whistle sad. That was with bad company. Zamuros La Barrosa ! Fortunately, the eye of the boss, who takes the bit in his left foot and the foreman in his right hand was finally abandoned to the region South.
- In Apure so there is a disaster ..!
Amid this widespread disaster, consideration should be given hawk to have realized that. But, if for four months, the workers received no salary, surprised both endurance and passivity. And where would the opposition for all that? Very serious. Remember, gentlemen, that patiquín short lies not ride that horse hair.
But come to the point: to be the great national winemaker who controls every penny of treasury, then it is not at fault. So if he berated the governor, the dialogue should have been more or less to this effect:
- Why you did not pay salaries?
- Because you gave me no real.
- I do not ask why I did not give the real ones, but why not pay salaries?
- Because you gave me no real.
As in the story of the bald cock, repeating over and over again that counterpoint to which he could put the same guaracha music that's so popular Billo ritornello: "Why not remove the bag?, which Cheo Garcia always answered:" Because I have torn shirt! ".
So the boss did not know anything about this disaster, to which are added negotiated in which fortunes are dissipated like dust devils and complaints after complaints that have been lost in the Sabanal aimlessly which is the Venezuelan justice. Eye, for some, for others, should they break a gourd, then leaves behind a chaparral Mr. Comptroller disguised veguero:
- Aha, you are disabled up to three thousand, ticinco
not seem to know the greatest balladeers the governor, who rode his pillion to carry for second time position, not above or visit their office, while apureños succumbed to decline. It was like a hut desert without joropo without tune. The saddest thing.
The stories are on the plain - and ratified the head - is that past governors and mayors, ñéngueres Dry Low, taro, taro of Pionius, go harpoon, spear and dagger. So he came to clear the road. And he did with the governor in trouble:
- Governor, you're sick.
- No, sir-president, I'm stronger than a bull.
- No, governor, spying from afar that you have health problems. Resign, that there is Carrizales.
- But that has given up per patient.
- Yes, but one single word of mine will suffice to heal.
And Ansina was. They say that started singing: "I leave the Saman, Guasimal and Estacada ..."
(Published in the newspaper Tal Cual on Sunday 20 February 2011)
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