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I was born and live in Venezuela, "a country to love", said an old advertising slogan. And beyond the shortcomings it faces and the mistreatment our country has suffered, that slogan is still fully valid, not only in our heart and soul, but in its essence and presence that remains alive in its full nature and noble memory.
I was born and live in a city called Cumaná, the capital of the state of Sucre, an entity in the east of the country; a city considered in historiography as "the firstborn of the American continent", for being the first city on the mainland founded by the Spanish colonizers in 1515.
There are many cities and places in Venezuela that I keep in my affection and to which I always want to return, because of its people, its geography, its monuments, its gastronomy... Of course, Caracas, with its Central University, its remembered bookstores, museums and cinemas, and the Avila Hill. Then, from western Venezuela: Merida and the adjacent towns (Edo. Merida), from the State of Tachira many places, especially those of its moors, Valera, Boconó and La Puerta (Trujillo), Barquisimeto, Carora and Sanare (Edo. Lara), San Felipe (Edo. Yaracuy). From the center, particularly La Colonia Tovar (Edo. Aragua). Arriving to the south and east of Venezuela: Ciudad Bolívar and Puerto Ordaz, but especially from this part by the Salto de La Llovizna and the towns of the south (Edo. Bolívar), Caripe and Las Puertas (Edo. Monagas), La Asunción and Zaragoza (Edo. Nueva Esparta). These are some of the cities and places that I remember most now. I will place below some of them with my own photos.
But the State of Sucre will continue to be the attraction par excellence of my love, in a special way, leaving for later Cumaná, Mochima and its bay, in the municipality of Sucre; Río Caribe and nearby places like Playa Medina, Pui Pui, Chaguarama de Loero, San Juan de las Galdonas, in the municipality of Arismendi; Araya, Manicuare and other nearby towns, in the municipality of Cruz Salmerón Acosta; Cumanacoa and Cocollar, in the municipality of Montes; Macuro, in the municipality of Valdez. I share some photos of me from certain named places.
Finally, Cumana, my life center. The history of Cumaná is very broad and rich, and it is not my intention to meet that demand here. I would like to say that, apart from its civil, military and religious monuments, from the sea that borders it and makes it always alive, from the late river - the Manzanares - that crosses it, from its sunrises, sunsets and nights visited by that starry air that Alejandro de Humboldt already warned of in the 18th century, from its people - who in spite of everything continue to be friendly and hospitable - there are its two great writers, who contributed an unquestionable legacy to Venezuelan and Spanish-American literature: Andrés Eloy Blanco and José Antonio Ramos Sucre. My literary preferences are linked to the latter, but there is also an unforgettable emotional bond for me: having been the founder of the so-called "Casa Ramos Sucre", in which I worked as coordinator and promoter for more than 10 years of my life. Below are some photos of Cumaná, of the Casa Ramos Sucre and a poem of mine to the city.
Footprint city
Make your mark
of hours buried
in the eroded clay
from the people
Your tattoo
in spite of myself
from the ruins
Back in the stone
fate and chance
of your circular nights
drilled by the wait
And in the skin
aged from the streets
Hide your breath
nurturing
Thank you for your attention.
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