The emotion that Commander Hugo Chávez evokes in us to have a perpetual homeland. The greetings, photographs, and hugs for President Nicolás Maduro continue. They have been given a great surprise by joining this great victorious march, a massive march, we repeat, massive, as shown by these images that are already going around the world of what is happening today in Venezuela, peace, civic-military, popular police unity and with it the flags of dignity and victory of a people who have built their own democracy, who have built the solid foundations of the Bolivarian Revolution, of true democracy, of participatory, protagonistic and direct democracy. We see there what is part of this celebration. Once on stage we listened to the governor of the city of Caracas, transformer of the homeland. Here with us in the midst of the people is the Bolivarian leader. Here is Nicolás Maduro, the people's president, the peasant president. Here he is shaking hands with the peasant councils today in this great march, in this river of the people, today with the fishermen, today with our people of the town giving each other a loving embrace. Long live Nicolás Maduro. This is how our brave president is traveling across this Republic Bridge. We left with Zamora from the Venezuelan plains and we are here in Caracas with precisely the same courage. Here are the patriots. Here is our President Nicolás Maduro accompanied by the First Lady of Venezuela, our First Combatant, Silvia Flores. This is how, compatriot, our people lovingly welcome the leader of the revolution, who carries the tricolor banner, who carries the flag of Venezuela, who carries the flag of Bolívar, the flag of Zamora. Here we are, those of us who did not abandon the fight. Here we are, those who are with President Nicolás Maduro, with this undefeated tricolor flag, with this undefeated revolution. It is the strength of the people, it is the strength of our peasant people. Today, December 10th, is the day of Saint Agnes. Saint Agnes is in Caracas and Maduro is here. He was also accompanied by the top political leadership. Also present is our colleague Diosado, and our compatriot Flores, accompanying our president in this sea of people, in this human river of people. Our brave president cannot stop us, not even water. Threats will not stop us. Today more than ever, our president is with Maduro, our president Maduro is with his people, and the people are with Maduro. Long live Maduro. Long live the Venezuelan people. And he keeps arriving at the march. The march of the fishermen, the march of the peasants, the march of the militia continues to advance. Here is the Zamora militia and we are from the Llanos to Caracas. We are happy, we are joyful. Of course, precisely our president who has crossed a sea of the people, a sea of souls, a sea of people who have been arriving here to this platform on the Republic Bridge. He's here, my fellow countryman, he's here on this stage. It's here, it's here. Our president Nicolás Maduro is among us and the people welcome him, our organized peasant people welcome him. Let it go. And here is the crazy llanjo music.
Gentlemen, I have an email from Pedro Pérez. The last man on horseback, a native of Portugal. Three things got complicated. Blood of the Indian and the white produced on the plain. He was born in the town of Pino like a lightning flash and lived there until the age of 6. Later, in Basquis and Meto, where his parents sent him, he was able to study a little and complete the third year. Having lost his father when he was only 12 years old, the family was disrupted and he could not continue studying. An active and malicious man, he was always prepared. Despite his childhood, he was like an enlightened being. She lived with her sister and her mother in poverty. Of course, the old man was missing. Things had changed; they lived in poverty, but always as honest people. But the devil must not be absent from the death of Christ. The town's prefect, a womanizing lover. The girl from that grieving home became pregnant. With a nervous breakdown, the mother fell crying with tears of pain at seeing what had happened and said to the girl, I'm going to tell your brother, he's the man of the house, he'll have to make a claim because your father was a man who was never hated. They use the location because my son is a medium-sized child. When he arrived from the street, father and son locked themselves in and told him what had happened so that he would know that he had a rifle and 50 shots left by the deceased ready for the grieving widow. By Santa.
They are dancing, male and female dancers. Let's dance. Long live the joro.
Compatriot. Peasant. Peasant woman. Bolivarian Militia of the Plains to Caracas, people to Caracas, let us receive with this immortal spirit, the invincible spirit of the Venezuelan plains, our president Nicolás Maduro Moros here at the Republic Bridge, protector of the people, peasant. worker of the Venezuelan people. The overcast sky foretells a storm.
Welcome. The following is a joint radio and television broadcast for your right to receive truthful information. Oligar catembrar, long live freedom. Long live freedom in Catembral! The candles arrive in the Barinas wind. Up above, the wind blows and the sun of victory shines in Santa Victoria. Oligar temperar, long live freedom. Long live freedom! Long live Zamora. Long live the people of Ezequiel Zamora! Long live the victory of the Battle of Santa Inés! Long live the revolutionary people's army.
And it had to be that way. Today, December 10, 2025, under these clouds, under this rain, we tell the world, Venezuela remains victorious. Saint Agnes is alive today in our struggles and in these victories. We continue to win. against surnames and the rancid supremacist oligarchy. 166 years ago, after a memorable, admirable day, our general of the sovereign people with that tricolor flag, our flag, the flag of Miranda, of Bolívar, of Sucre, once again that tricolor flag, yellow, blue and red. on the battlefields of Santa Inés. Once again, the popular army of peasants, fishermen, humble men and women, mulattos, mestizos, blacks and browns, once again made the oligarchy that had betrayed Bolívar bite the dust of the most magnificent defeat.
Unforgettable times of the true heroes of the homeland, the little knife-face, Ezequiel Zamora, the one who was immortalized in the poem of Alberto Arbelo Torrealba, the great Florentino who on a day like today made the devil himself bite the dust of the field. I told the international television stations, today we are celebrating 166 years since our Florentino Ezequiel Zamora, with our armed people, defeated the very demon Florentino and the devil. Unforgettable. And I want to invite you to listen to a verse from Florentino and the Devil, unforgettable for the people, when in the year 2004 we triumphed again over the devil, over the demons, because we say with Ezequiel Zamora, we say with Simón Bolívar and we say with the Venezuelan people, If God is with us, who can stand against us? Florentino and the devil for you.
