On the celestial canvas, clouds write their history, like scars on the skin. We are fleeting witnesses to this infinite picture, observers of those ephemeral traces, mere spectators watching from the stands without binding influence, at the mercy of its whitish celestial radiance.
En el lienzo celeste, nubes escriben su historia, como cicatrices en la piel. Somos testigos fugaces de este cuadro infinito, testigos de esas huellas efímeras, simples espectadores observando desde las gradas sin poder vinculante, a merced de su blanquecino resplandor celestial.
