And the force of life is the magic of the elements, is the chain that sustains life and at the same time is the reason of death. Nature is my living sister, my growing seed, is the past of my origin, the clarity of the present  and the infinite tomorrow, that does not end the horizon but becomes gigantic.  Look at the skies, the bird that sings, the flower that is reborn and faints, the spirit of joy, the warm spring, passionate and sensual, the sea and wind that undulate, the attractive flower of different colors, the dew and strong flint, the good food to take, the skin of my skin, voice and breath of life. Nature has made me prisoner of her presence, reason of her tenderness and cruelty of her mystery, of her profound revelation since I have happiness with her and extinction without her.