I remember well that day when I saw that striped flag. I wanted to be me but not the way others wanted me to be. I desired to walk my way and certainly disliked my sorroundings, the latin music, their style, etc. I had to stand when growing up at the urbanization I lived in.
I wanted to go farther. I wanted to climb mountains I saw at the bottom of Caracas´ downtown, but I needed to be part of anything that could be helpful to grow big, strong. I enrolled in a boy´s scout troop. I got the knowledge I needed to walk my way and visit places I wanted to walk by myself. That trainning helped me get the experience I lacked to step out into my own roads.
Attending such meetings I realized what I wanted to do for myself. It was not wearing an uniform, because I had one in my inner shell. It wasn´t to command or being commanded, because - as a Rover- I knew the road I wanted to walk: walked up!
I think that “Superman” movies made an impression in my soul, specially with that flag shown at the back of him, backing the hero UP!. I know that everywhere history lies, but I started to believe the reason that flag and “heroes” stood for. When I compared Venezuelan´s history with such nations abroad, I knew something was wrong (not only in me).
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In secrecy I understood I was unwilling to walk Rushmore Mount or any other, but mine. I climbed mountains around and did even more I thought I could. I left Orgs. and decided to move on, and evenly thinking to relocate abroad, OVERSEAS!
By time I did much more. I worked for some of those who get that citizenship for granted in a churh and got involved with their embassy, I worked for that embassy guarding the entrance, JUST where I saw that flag I´ve loved more than mine! I worked for some GI and my "good" reputation helped to be known by others, as well. I walk UP!
I knew who I wanted to be and made myself a trainer, a teacher, more than a traveller. Without noticing, I became a christian, not the way I thought I had to be. But that love for a foreign striped flag went weak, and Israel´s story became stronger inside me, as you can see on some posts I´ve done. That love at 1st. sight changed. Not being a jew, I understood christianity was jewish also. I´ll walk UP.
No matter I ignore my own country. I ignored it myself when she turned to another´s flag (not the one I knew)
Making my mind up, I desired to change nationality and anything stinking like nationalistic. I don´t care if I can´t leave this country again, she´s gone somewhere else. She´s an island!...
And now I understand why those who said they loved it have gone to another´s. (I´m talking about musicians, politicians, etc.) Names like Oscar D´ León, Reinaldo Armas, José Luis Rodriguez, etc. those who moved because this country became so small for them to grow inside (or outside) Who knows?
I don´t want to be in the U.S., but to live in AMERICA!
Florida seems to be a nice spot. Those who have gone there seem to be O.K.
They have left bonds which united their lives with mediocrity, injustice or falsehood. (Is any place in the world free from that?).
I can´t convince myself that I´m right or wronged, but I wouldn´t invite anyone to come here and see what I witness: My mother has lost 2 houses. (No “Private Property” signs allowed?)
I considered to sell my own house, land or making a deal with a Christian Org. which need it or may look after it.
I´ll walk up, anyhow!
No problem when tearing dreams down, it´s just an EMPIRE attacking my nobody´s land, politics teasing dreams, I have no right to critize...
Our big man buys choppers, fireguns, to kill Yanks overseas; but thieves are all around, dressed in red-green uniforms, in their blue bikes.
How many civilians are dying daily here, instead of "somewhere" else?
No problem! I keep on walking.
I do love another´s flag (not mine) as long as I get another´s country: This is not mine nowadays.
It´s my fault while loving another´s…
Settled down the thing in mind, I knew what I really loved when a child, it was not that flag´s movement... It was not their skins, shiny colors nor their movies stars, but the holy meaning of those who ONCE said -proclaimed from the bottom of their hearts- “IN GOD WE TRUST”.
I´ll walk UP!
P.S.
By the way, yesterday (Feb 06, 2007) I read part of Bush´s message on the U.S.´s Caracas site. He said "The United States is not a fortress..." (I don´t know if true) but I agree with him. He´s right! but that has been a shield FOR MANY homeless.
Will the world be built that way?
A. Toro
I wanted to go farther. I wanted to climb mountains I saw at the bottom of Caracas´ downtown, but I needed to be part of anything that could be helpful to grow big, strong. I enrolled in a boy´s scout troop. I got the knowledge I needed to walk my way and visit places I wanted to walk by myself. That trainning helped me get the experience I lacked to step out into my own roads.
Attending such meetings I realized what I wanted to do for myself. It was not wearing an uniform, because I had one in my inner shell. It wasn´t to command or being commanded, because - as a Rover- I knew the road I wanted to walk: walked up!
I think that “Superman” movies made an impression in my soul, specially with that flag shown at the back of him, backing the hero UP!. I know that everywhere history lies, but I started to believe the reason that flag and “heroes” stood for. When I compared Venezuelan´s history with such nations abroad, I knew something was wrong (not only in me).
View attachment 48009
In secrecy I understood I was unwilling to walk Rushmore Mount or any other, but mine. I climbed mountains around and did even more I thought I could. I left Orgs. and decided to move on, and evenly thinking to relocate abroad, OVERSEAS!
By time I did much more. I worked for some of those who get that citizenship for granted in a churh and got involved with their embassy, I worked for that embassy guarding the entrance, JUST where I saw that flag I´ve loved more than mine! I worked for some GI and my "good" reputation helped to be known by others, as well. I walk UP!
I knew who I wanted to be and made myself a trainer, a teacher, more than a traveller. Without noticing, I became a christian, not the way I thought I had to be. But that love for a foreign striped flag went weak, and Israel´s story became stronger inside me, as you can see on some posts I´ve done. That love at 1st. sight changed. Not being a jew, I understood christianity was jewish also. I´ll walk UP.
No matter I ignore my own country. I ignored it myself when she turned to another´s flag (not the one I knew)
Making my mind up, I desired to change nationality and anything stinking like nationalistic. I don´t care if I can´t leave this country again, she´s gone somewhere else. She´s an island!...
And now I understand why those who said they loved it have gone to another´s. (I´m talking about musicians, politicians, etc.) Names like Oscar D´ León, Reinaldo Armas, José Luis Rodriguez, etc. those who moved because this country became so small for them to grow inside (or outside) Who knows?
I don´t want to be in the U.S., but to live in AMERICA!
Florida seems to be a nice spot. Those who have gone there seem to be O.K.
They have left bonds which united their lives with mediocrity, injustice or falsehood. (Is any place in the world free from that?).
I can´t convince myself that I´m right or wronged, but I wouldn´t invite anyone to come here and see what I witness: My mother has lost 2 houses. (No “Private Property” signs allowed?)
I considered to sell my own house, land or making a deal with a Christian Org. which need it or may look after it.
I´ll walk up, anyhow!
No problem when tearing dreams down, it´s just an EMPIRE attacking my nobody´s land, politics teasing dreams, I have no right to critize...
Our big man buys choppers, fireguns, to kill Yanks overseas; but thieves are all around, dressed in red-green uniforms, in their blue bikes.
How many civilians are dying daily here, instead of "somewhere" else?
No problem! I keep on walking.
I do love another´s flag (not mine) as long as I get another´s country: This is not mine nowadays.
It´s my fault while loving another´s…
Settled down the thing in mind, I knew what I really loved when a child, it was not that flag´s movement... It was not their skins, shiny colors nor their movies stars, but the holy meaning of those who ONCE said -proclaimed from the bottom of their hearts- “IN GOD WE TRUST”.
I´ll walk UP!
P.S.
By the way, yesterday (Feb 06, 2007) I read part of Bush´s message on the U.S.´s Caracas site. He said "The United States is not a fortress..." (I don´t know if true) but I agree with him. He´s right! but that has been a shield FOR MANY homeless.
Will the world be built that way?
A. Toro