Today I looked for my crayons and I had a good impulse to draw, just like I used to do when I was a child. As I loved to do it, I dreamed of learning how to draw portraits of people, I practiced a lot until I was a teenager, I think that with much more practice I would have gotten closer to my goals, however, I don't remember well when I stopped trying and just put it aside.
After a long time, there is no record that at some point I could make at least moderately good drawings, it is well demonstrated in the little work I did today that my talent in drawing is not the best and that much less I have the technique to do it, but as I said, I had a good impulse to do it and it consists of 2 things: Love and nature.
I can say that I love nature because it fascinates me to be with her, I admire her forms, her colors, her essence. I think that in today's society it is not easy to show absolute love to nature, because, many times unconsciously we participate in activities that threaten it and we use products that harm it.
I like living in the city, I do not deny it, but I also love being in contact with nature. Breathing the fresh mountain air or the warm sea breeze is something that I feel that charges me with good vibes and relaxes me.
Nature when it is not enraged gives us infinite blessings and benefits, which we can touch, contemplate, listen, even taste, even smell, for example there is a smell that I love and it is the smell of the earth wet by the rain, maybe I like it so much because when I perceive it I remember when I played with my brothers on rainy days.
Now, as obviously plants cannot quench their thirst nor their need for water daily only with rain, it is necessary to water them frequently, of course some of them do not need water daily, but most of them do.
At this point, it seems appropriate to tell you that my painting represents a woman watering her banana plant and its flowers. This woman does it not only for the fruits received, she feels a connection with her plants, she talks to them, she dedicates a great part of her time to their care. She does it with total dedication.
She lives surrounded by mountains. The sky is purple because that is how it looks some days when the night is just beginning to appear, the imposing moon is visible and the stars begin to appear.
Most of the time she waters her plants at dawn but she also likes to do it at dusk because she says.... "So they sleep cool". If this is not love: what else can it be?
The woman in the painting is my mother, I love to watch her watering her flowers, to be there with her, smelling the wet earth, seeing the water rolling down the leaves. I have watered the plants too, we don't live in the same house, that's why I don't do it so often. I remember when I was a child and she would go on a trip to visit her mother, she would give me the task of watering the bushes, in that house there were many more.
Today I came back from visiting her, I was contemplating the mountain, the sky and the plants. Since I read 
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