Throughout history, artists have been directly or indirectly involved in social causes. This is my representation of how the dream of a country led to its own ruin.

Two decades ago, there was a country that was loved and envied by many. Its lands were fertile; you could see crops anywhere, in the depths of the earth, you found abundance of minerals, precious metals. Its climate is unique and tropical, with beautiful beaches, mountains, dense forests with wild animals.

A lo largo de la historia los artista nos hemos involucrado en causas sociales de forma directa o indirecta, esta es mi representación de como el sueño de un país lo llevo a su propia ruina.

Hace 2 décadas existía un país que era envidiado y amado por muchos, sus tierras eran fértiles podías ver cultivos en cualquier lugar, en las profundidades de la tierra encontrabas abundancia de minerales, metales preciosos, su clima era único, tropical, con playas hermosas, montañas, selvas densas con animales salvajes, aquel lugar era un paraíso además por su ubicación geográfica resultaba ser un exitoso puerto mercante, sus habitantes disfrutaban de la abundancia, sin embargo muchos no estaban conformes, soñaban con una nación diferente, donde no existieran ricos ni pobres, donde la equidad fuera la regla general.

This place was a paradise and because of its geographical location, it was a successful trading port, so its inhabitants enjoyed abundance. However, many were not satisfied, they dreamed of a different nation, where there were no rich or poor, where equality was the general rule.

One day, a very charismatic, populist man showed up offering a dream of a perfect society He spoke the language of the people. That man seemed to understand the less favored of the nation, people who believed they needed such Utopia and bought that illusion. They idealized that man into the new leader of the country. At the beginning, that dream seemed like it was becoming a reality; the less favored began to be included; it really seemed that the perfect society was possible... If it existed... those people were living it.

Un día apareció un hombre muy carismático, populista ofreciendo ese sueño de sociedad perfecta, hablaba su idioma, aquel hombre parecía entender a los menos favorecidos de la nación, aquel pueblo que creía que necesitaba esa Utopía, compró aquella ilusión, convirtieron a aquel hombre en el nuevo líder del país, al principio parecía que ese sueño se estaba convirtiendo en realidad, los menos favorecidos empezaron a ser incluidos realmente parecía que la sociedad perfecta si era posible… Si existía… aquel pueblo la estaba viviendo.

Al pasar los años, los sueños de aquellos habitantes se fueron rompiendo al ver que aquella promesa no se cumplía por completo, poco a poco todo aquello que aquel líder populista criticaba de los antiguos líderes de la nación, sus actos corruptos, ahora eran ellos quienes lo realizaban, incluso a un grado mayor que sus predecesores de tal manera que resultaban vergonzosos.

As the years went by, the dreams of those inhabitants were broken when they saw that the said promise was not completely fulfilled. Little by little, all the things that populist leader criticized of the nation’s former leaders, that is, their corrupt acts, were now being committed by them, even to a greater degree that depicted the very definition of shame.
A few years after such government was established, protests and social revolts began, and the leader, who had sworn to protect the people and to never raise a weapon against them, was now their enemy. The helpless people fought constantly, the streets were bathed in blood, poverty, suffering and pain. The colorful paradise ceased to exist.

Today, the new generation lives under the tyranny of that populist leader; there is hunger, chaos reigns all over the place, inhabitants suffer and die.
the less favored people who were promised a perfect dream ended up suffering and dying.
This humble people understood that there is no perfect society, they learned to value everything they had, their dream is no longer a society where there are no rich or poor, their dream is now called Freedom: to free themselves from that tyrant, to recover and cultivate their lands as they did before and to return to being the country they used to be, but now with more values, principles and being a less naive society.

A los pocos años de aquel gobierno empezaron las protestas, las revueltas sociales y aquel líder que había jurado proteger al pueblo y jamás levantar un arma contra él ahora era su enemigo, el pueblo desamparado luchaba constantemente, las calles se bañaron de sangre, pobreza, sufrimiento, dolor, aquel vistoso paraíso dejo de existir.

Hoy la nueva generación vive bajo la tiranía de aquel líder populista, hay hambre, el caos reina en todo el lugar, sus habitantes sufren, mueren, y aquel pueblo humilde entendió que no existe una sociedad perfecta, aprendió a valorar todo aquello que tenía, su sueño ya no es una sociedad donde no existan ricos ni pobres, su sueño ahora se llama Libertad… liberarse de aquel tirano, recuperar sus tierras, trabajarlas como antes y volver a ser el país que eran antes, pero ahora con más valores, principios y una sociedad menos ingenua.

Of all my works, this is one of my favorites; I worked hard on every detail. It represents the feeling of many of us who dream of Freedom,
We no longer want to see the poppets of those holding the power parade before our eyes.

De todas mis obras está es una de mis favoritas, trabajé mucho en cada detalle, representa el sentimiento de muchos coterráneos que soñamos con la Libertad y ya no queremos ver como desfilan las marionetas de los que están en el poder.

Translated using Deep L, and edited by @lacrucita.

Traducido en Deep L y editado por @lacrucita

This piece is available 2 editions in the NFT Showroom.

Esta pieza está disponible 2 ediciones en la sala de exposiciones de NFT Showroom.

NFT Showroom