Oda a mi Venezuela
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- Votes 5
- Chapitres 1
Venezuela mi país natal, nación donde vivo y aprendo a diario. Y aunque está pasando por situaciones tristes y nuestros hermanos no ven otra salida más que salir corriendo para encontrar cobijo en brazos de otra patria y han dejado con mucho dolor a familiares e hijos, yo estoy segura de que Venezuela, mi Venezuela amada volverá a su grandeza.
Con mucho amor y dolor, hoy le dedico estos versos.
Tous Droits Réservés
#204
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