The so controversial missing link became entrenched in its passage in one of those natural alterations of the prehistoric period, and its trace today still persists in the mystery.
The lie and the truth each one with its particularity have their foothold in a trench. The trenches of lies are built on mounds of quicksand. Trincheras of truth are covered with rocky material, which shields the thought and words of the just man.
Simón Bolívar, with his extensive vision of the future, left his foxhole to the fight, galloping his horse he marched across a continent, saw, freed and then returned!
What can we do to get out of the trenches that imprison the liberating hands, which do not allow us to go, see, embrace and then return with the smile and satisfaction of who abolished the trenches of the soul in an entrenched world?
