From the sky we would like to observe, above the clouds we would like to fly, leave the ominous clouds away, and caress the soft, white, waiting for the sun to illuminate your life. Clouds Clouds of cream mountain with lights the neon light the snow-covered Alps with peaks that touch the sky cumulus cloud dense and gray cotton candy, cotton balls scattered which continue in seem to play with each other families in graduation side by side aligned moved from twenty as breaths of life Maristella Angeli