I received an anonymous letter at midnight.
It was a kind of curse. A silent warning.
Somehow, somebody didn’t like my painting.
It must be envy, a man that cannot paint like me.
I will perish, he wrote.
My family will get hurt, he continued.
Hating through the dark, limited by himself.
A coward in the fog, shooting arrows from beyond.
A fight with no sense, just for a paiting hanging in a wall.
Can you believe that? Because I’m not.
I will keep on painting, I will carry my passion till the end.
I promise I will paint the Heavens, for my wife and my children.
My wife is nervious.
My children don’t know anything.
It is to much drama for a letter.
We have to carry on…
Our life cannot stop for a letter.
Our days cannot be limited because of a faceless man.
-Written by Alejandro Viloria. Thuesday, 09/27/2016.