The full text of the message of Daniel Habif, the man who made Cúcuta cry

This is the full text of the speech he uttered Cúcuta, Colombia, on the border with Venezuelawhere he should be able to carry humanitarian aid.

"There is no better sentence than that which begins with a "thank you". Thank you Venezuela. Thank you for your support, thank you for bearing the burden of pain. Thank you for supporting the indifference of so many people. Thank you for not giving up and healing yourself from terror. Thank you not to give up. Thank you, because you have to be very brave to smile when you are broken inside. Thank you for giving us a deeper reason than our amenities to all of us who have come up in this scenario. Thanks for waiting.

This Mexican … loves you and dreamed you a long time ago. And we are face to face and it's the first time that reality is beating a dream. You are more beautiful in person. How brave people look glorious! And here we are! And we're fine … what am I saying? We are doing very good! We go with scars and screams, but ferocious fighters, Goches! Llaneros! Maracuchos! Orientals! Caraqueños unstoppable!

I insist and I repeat: nothing is small when we talk about this country because we talk about giants. We are talking about Venezuela, damn! How many dreamers are there? Over there: how many dreamers are here? Dear dreamer, your job is to make reality a deeper plan. That is to say the modern world and the distorted reality that we do not play with him and his dreams. The job of a dreamer is to imagine how to end the pain of others. How to open borders How to fill all empty stomachs How to cure broken hearts, slain spirits. How to give a roof and dress to everyone. How to cross the walls and build bridges. How to reconcile the whole human race. The work of a dreamer is to deal with the disturbed irony of pragmatism. A dreamer dreams of bombs that turn into soft caresses. The balls are narrowing and the cages do not have padlocks. How many think it's worth dreaming about it? Of course, it's worth it because peace is a dream worth dreaming all your life. Venezuela, do not stop dreaming! You have not lost your dream, only your eyes are fogged! But today, you have found your vision and nothing and no one will stop you.

Today, they have sent me to tell you that the generation that is born in pain and mental slavery will be broken. The rain of the late season has arrived … the harvest will be so abundant that you will send humanitarian aid to other countries.

Venezuela: today it will not be your death, but your birth. And very soon, you will sleep as God brought you to the world: without fear! Without chains! Without hunger! painless! I badure you that very soon, God will sit in the front row with those who have belittled you to be witnesses when he makes you fly. All Venezuelans who had to flee will return home. They will regain their radiance and your light will not be ephemeral and from the entrails of pain will be born a leading nation that will change the world with love. You will receive crowns that do not break with rust or ringworm. Who hopes to crouch in Venezuela as a Lion of Judah. Your fangs will sharpen and you will roar so hard that you will break the windows of the sky and you will soon cease to be the food of your hangman. And you will be the predator of evil. They will have to ask for reinforcements but nobody will answer because those who are still blind will see soon. They have changed sides because to betray evil, is to do good.

And you, Nicolás, rotten before maturing! Know this: The most powerful leader in the world is not one who has an army under his command, a fortune at his feet, a hundred servants, a thousand women or a nuclear bomb at the limit of his abilities. Or a dictator who dominates the mbades and minds with fear and terror, these men are usually hidden, pampered and terrified children who use the weight of power as their amulet of weakness. The most powerful leader is one who does not give the power to hurt anyone and who gives God the power to do what he wants with him. The most powerful leader in the world is the one who loves others more than himself, the one who vanquishes without leaving traces of blood, who disarms the armies and opens the borders. He who deals with good.

Mr. Nicolás, remember that day, because your own allies are going to bite your ankles. Every day you can sleep less and the nightmares will be more real. The bird that will speak to you on this occasion will be a vulture giving you the appointment of your departure. His brute force only shows his weakness of spirit. Look at this Mexican with a heart shaped arpa. I badure you that mental dwarves are crushed by spiritual giants … and in Venezuela, giants abound!

Here is a legion that can not be exhausted, that never gets tired and that gets stronger, the bandages have fallen and the trumpets already sounded in all the nations and hordes of angels will erase the darkness of their heritage. It will be cleared from the shelves of memory and your name will not be repeated and you will eventually be punished for forgetting with your goons. Faith has been activated like a cannon. He is already on his way and you will be the target of Venezuela. Dear friends, there will always be difficult days when the pain will be paralyzing. But nothing on Earth is eternal. You could have lost it all these last 20 years, they could have stolen everything, but you still have life to recover everything. Today, we will try again. Because the time has come, the time you will have a total victory.

The only way to end the evil is to focus on the good. There are no borders between us. Look good, Venezuela. You are not from below. You are from above. You have claws and wings, do not listen to those who crawl and snake. You are made for heights. I know that in recent years you have broken, but your voice is more powerful than all the darkness together. Venezuela, there is power in you.

Many will tell you tomorrow that it is no longer worth fighting again, but do not wait until these tears have their reward and these wounds turn into laughter. It is time to clean up and shake off the dust and learn that good times are born from bad spells. Do you know, dear ones?

Yesterday I asked God kneeling what he wanted me to say here today. And he sends them to say that he loves them and that it is enough for them! And as Alma Llanera would say: I was born on this shore of the vibrator Arauca, I am a brother of moss, herons, roses and sun and sun. Venezuela, you are a hot and burning sun. You are a torch that heals darkness. Venezuela, do not wait for your defeat again. Stop giving up without anyone asking you. Starting today, talk only about victories. And while life blocks our teeth, we will stand firm because nothing and no one can stop a country that never lets go. And today, all of us here bend our knees and use them as pomegranates so that the borders are open and that God's touch is never closed. Venezuela, roar! He roars! He roars!"