They are, in the privacy of a rest room, the paintings whom I pamper as companions of many moments, with the difficulty that for me involves translating some feelings onto paper. My conversations with the works cannot take place amidst hubbub, it takes a time, a long look, and every day, according to my feelings, I look at one or the other and continue whatever time I am. Nostalgia for something finished, the beginning of concerns and promises. I greet them, sometimes I am indifferent, others I get angry and scold them, they always answer me firmly so that I feel a deep satisfaction. Today they are our life and I am going to dwell on each one of them, I want to encourage you to enjoy.  Dr. Abad