There are clouds where That or Analía tells me: "I learned in myself what goes from yesterday to today, that yesterday I was a wonder and my shadow is not yet", where she tells me: "I was born late and traveled without seeing the road: it was wandering pilgrim guided by you, truly guided by your voice ”. I say that I heard from his own lips: “I found myself standing among rubble while radiant solar rays scorched the entire street, forcing the shadows of December to enter my house tiredly through the window along with the breeze, the aromas and the rumors of the night . I don't remember when it was, but I had the T-shirt close to my body that hadn't yet fallen from the heat it was doing, I was all sweaty and dirty and anything bothered me. I was agitated, sick of nightmares. In this way I went out to the street to breathe without your memory drowning me. Of course that was a dream that I was wonderful yesterday because all I can live is you, everything. I was walking alone down the lost street inspired by a wandering muse and a terrible and deep sadness settled in my chest so that the warm air of the afternoon that is still my shadow would seem more delicate, almost unknown. It was that and sleep, although yesterday I was wonderful all day so as not to think about the fallen banners that I once raised and that now doze off the room in the dark corner and I'm not even my shadow. In me what I wanted was my dream to achieve in what goes from yesterday to today, but I went to learn towards my shadow dream leaving the wonder reality that I am not yet. But the blood still ran through my veins. It was just the feeling of being able to have it all and not have anything to drink it with; to be in front of a glass looking, just looking ... Look at me: I was still amazed and laughed now dropping droplets from my eyes that I am already a shadow, I already am. I myself trembling from yesterday to today, I learned in myself ”. I say that he tells me: "Look at me, I have no hands, I have no more", while with empty little hands he covers beautiful eyes that begin to cry. I say there are clouds.