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...
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Pinto, porque dentro de mí hay un niño que se resiste a crecer, que quiere continuar jugando con colores y formas, y que rechaza ver al mundo de un solo color
Pinto porque el hombre que existe dentro de mí, expresa con colores y formas sus emociones.
Pinto, para comunicar con colores mis percepciones, mis emociones, mi llanto, mi risa e incluso mi forma de amar.
Pinto, porque pintar es para mí una necesidad tan básico como respirar, y solamente pintando siento que existo y solamente existiendo puedo pintar, y cuando pinto, doy existencia Comparto, expreso.
Pinto, porque estoy lleno de formas y colores, de luces, de emociones.
Pinto, porque mi vida es pintar igual que el pájaro canta, porque su vida es un cantar.
Pinto, porque soy un poeta que escribe sus versos con pinceladas
Porque soy el cantante que canta su canciones acompañado del ritmo de un lápiz