The local inspiration of my town makes me remember the attributes I long for the most when I reflect and think about how far I am from the aroma of sugar cane and coffee.
In a seemingly serene morning, a rainy torrent is added to the confusion produced by the singing of the birds, which is so loud in every figure that it is postponed as something angelic.
It feels with great joy to live all those winter mornings, however it makes me nostalgic because it reminds me of my hometown where I enjoyed my childhood, I would dare to draw infinitely many of those winter mornings that no matter the time invested I know that I will never see it again.
Days go by and time becomes my best friend, that with my confidant friend I tell my closest environment that the sky is cloudy again and that very soon the gothics will start to fall, no matter that I will get wet I implore to the sky that every drop scattered reflect the affection in that environment that transpires a great love.