I admire who gets up early, knowing that the work will make the day seem longer.
Who is able to put poetry to what he writes in an easy way. Who
often falls and rises again and again game and not frustrated.
neighbor's dog that holds a smelly and unfriendly owner just because he had to walk twice a day to relieve his bladder and other things.
The watchman of the building that killed hours after another, no other company that Venezuelan TV channel.
A chubby girl put on a diet for her mother, but I get to the door and asks me goodies.
To Mrs. Ann, my cook for 20 years, living beyond Las Adjuntas and despite his 85 years wants to continue working.
The peddler near Plaza Venezuela, eyed, almost lame, and always smiling even sell dolls with the face of Chavez.
The owner of a bus that has writing on the back glass "In honor of my grandfather."
The traffic policeman stationed at a traffic intersection Quad damaged more than two months to get stoic greetings to his mother and corneteo hundreds of cars.
People who have to handle documents with the registrar or any public office and do not die in the attempt. All women
when mammography us give birth to a child or caring for a husband with the flu.
My friend who is married to a drunkard, who is also a pichirre.
The husband of one that can only talk about diseases and also a shrill voice. This noble Caracas
supporting drought ranchificación, Traffic, thugs, motorized suicide, broken streets, and thousands of evil and yet still, on clear days gives us the light from the Avila and encourages us with the howling of the chachalaca.
