Why do I paint?

I paint, because within me there is a little boy who refuses to grow up, that wants to continue playing with colors, that refuses to see the world in a single color gray...
I paint because the man who exists within me, express with colors and forms his feelings.
I paint, to communicate with colors my perceptions, my emotions, my tears, my laughter and even my way to love.

I paint because to paint it is for me, a necessity as basic as to breathe, and only painting I feel that I exist... and only existing
I can paint, and when painting I give existence... I share, express, I feel and I give.
I paint, because I am full of colors, of lights, emotions.
I paint, because my life is to paint... just as a bird sings, because its life is to sing.

I paint, because I am a poet who writes his poetries with strokes...
Because I am a singer who sings his song accompanied with a pencil...
I paint because I am the lover who crosses your soul with warm colors...