He died in 1969, leaving behind them for the enjoyment and enlightenment of generation after generation of readers a vast and important work in which, besides the three already mentioned, it should be noted: “The Climber,” “Poor black”, “Reinaldo Solar,” “On the same land” or his essay “A position in life,” among other novels and many short stories short. At the time of his death left his novel unedited “Brasa in the crow’s beak.” All or almost all the work of Gallegos is available today free of charge via Internet, there are hundreds of sites from which you can download free books (and many others) in various formats, so your reading is within reach any, a couple of clicks is just the smallest effort you can make for a great reward.

In buensancho.blogspot.com is a list of links to over twenty sites where anyone interested can make these free downloads. Many took to Venezuela to assess the true dimension of this great humanist, although even before his death created the International Novel Prize that bears his name. At the time of death I had just 3 years old but I remember late in the 70’s my father took us, when you could, eat at a restaurant that had been established in what was the house of Romulo Gallegos in Caracas urbanization Altamira, house which was later recovered and where, over time, was installed and still does CELARG (Centro de Estudios Latinoamericanos Romulo Gallegos). Looking back, to close the circle, said that many people during this Easter missed the anniversary of the death of Gallegos should understand that in some way in his work also speaks of them, and I say this not to uphold orthodox and uncompromising position, not because one must live anchored to the past, brilliantly described in the pages of his books, or the slope of men and figures that shaped our present with their actions and work in the past, I say this because even barbarism is much to conquer, much violence and much superstition and imagination to overcome. In Venezuelan plains, and certainly in many parts of Latin America, the beaches crowded these days in the streets, cities and towns across our continental geography in all social classes, economic groups and caste politics we see, without much effort , the spitting image of many archetypal characters that filled his work with Romulo Gallegos and depicting the barbarism to win and I think it is necessary to lean on the banks of the Orinoco and watch those huge black stones in the midst of the fierce current to, Luzardo like the pages of Canaima, shout to the world.