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# Elegía necesaria

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Tengo este mundo,
 esta vida que anda siempre sostenida 
 intentando malabares
en la cuerda floja, 
esquivando las razones del olvido
de los recuerdos que hieren 
de las emociones que te intoxican,
**parecen salir del aire, sumar suspiros
mentalmente**, te lesionan.

Apagando mis oídos del ruido de la ola
la que tumba castillos, 
los sueños que cabalgan desbocados
 del hacer, del no hacer,
de la frontera que tiene realidades insatisfechas.

Del grito vociferado en el templo,
 ofreciendo castigos divinos,
del que usa la cruz para su justicia
del que usa la justicia para poner una cruz,
muchos miran la muerte para pedir solución.

 En el universo de nuestros caminos
 podemos tener un traspié,
 senderos para bifurcar,
confundir la luz con las tinieblas.

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Vamos a tientas en medio de la fiesta,
la que añoramos
la que glorificamos,
la que nos ofrecen como bálsamo
para ostentar el ego.

Vandalizamos nuestra tierra
 la que nos ofrece los caminos
 del vientre que nos une,
 y permite celebrarnos como hermanos.

Pero caemos,
 nos arrastramos por la historia,
ignorando los caminos ancestrales, 
escupimos el veneno necesario para caer, 
para untar en el rostro del otro,
para ampliar las distancias entre el corazón y la razón,
necesitamos reconocer el dolor, 
las patologías de la felicidad.

Ofrecer las brújulas que conducen a los sueños,
los que Venezuela necesita,
  los que el mundo requiere 
para mirarnos como humanos,
los que, en el traspié, permite recobrar el horizonte.

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English version

# Necessary elegy

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I have this world,
 this life that is always holding on 
 trying to juggle
on a tightrope, 
dodging the reasons of oblivion
of memories that hurt 
of the emotions that intoxicate you,
**seem to come out of the air, add sighs
mentally**, they injure you.

Turning off my ears from the noise of the wave
the one that knocks down castles, 
the dreams that ride unbridled
 of doing, of not doing,
of the frontier that has unsatisfied realities.

Of the shout vociferated in the temple,
 offering divine punishments,
of the one who uses the cross for his justice
of the one who uses justice to place a cross,
many look to death for a solution.

 In the universe of our ways
 we can have a misstep,
 paths to fork,
confusing light with darkness.



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We grope in the midst of the party,
the one we long for
the one we glorify,
The one we are offered as a balm
to ostent the ego.

We vandalise our land
 the one that offers us the paths
 of the womb that unites us
 and allows us to celebrate each other as brothers.

But we fall,
 we crawl through history,
Ignoring the ancestral paths, 
we spit out the poison necessary to fall, 
to smear in the face of the other,
to widen the distance between heart and reason,
we need to recognise pain, 
the pathologies of happiness.

To offer the compasses that lead to dreams,
those that Venezuela needs,
  those that the world requires 
to look at ourselves as humans,
those which, in the stumble, allow us to recover the horizon.

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<sub>Las imágenes fueron generadas con la I.A [VQGAN+CLIP](https://colab.research.google.com/drive/1go6YwMFe5MX6XM9tv-cnQiSTU50N9EeT#scrollTo=CppIQlPhhwhs) y los separadores fueron editados con PhotoScape y PowerPoint</sub>    
  <sub>The images were generated by artificial intelligence [VQGAN+CLIP](https://colab.research.google.com/drive/1go6YwMFe5MX6XM9tv-cnQiSTU50N9EeT#scrollTo=CppIQlPhhwhs) and the separator crops were edited with PhotoScape and PowerPoint</sub>.
<sub> vectors used were taken from:<a href='https://.pngtree.com/so/acuarela'>acuarela png de .pngtree.com/</a>
<a href='https://.pngtree.com/so/Efecto'>Efecto png de .pngtree.com/</a> / *** Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)</sub>


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