My greatest work is done.
My painting, my sacrifice.
Everything will get better and better.
I can hear the applauses…
Victory and honor.
Legacy and happiness.
I started since five months ago.
A restless soul, with a fire in my heart.
My mind blown away through the colors.
Smelling the cigars that died each night.
Daydreaming with my work each second.
Finally I finished my masterpiece.
My wife is pround, and my children are amused.
They dream to grown up as a painter, like their father.
They have the desire, but still they have to work hard to reach the fire.
A masterpiece cannot be painted through indolence.
We are agree on that.
Now, I am drinking the best brandy, with my best work done.
-Written by Alejandro Viloria. Friday, 23/09/2016.