Stupidly in Love… with Clouds
I was born on the 7th of January, 1969, right after sunset on a gold and blue summer day in the southern hemisphere. Home was a small city called Montevideo, capital of Uruguay. A country shaped by gentle rolling hills, where the horizon line seems so far away that if your heart and mind were pure enough and free of logical thought, you feel you could lift your feet, spread your arms and fly… A landscape so vast it becomes a playground for ocean winds and armies of monumental clouds. For as long as I can remember, I have been stupidly in love with clouds and the beautiful and chaotic reality of their existence. Every time the sky puts on a show, I’m thankful for being alive. At times, when storms brought thunder so strong that the earth trembled, my soul gifted them with tears in return. I grew up in a place with amazing light, where blues are deeper and greens are more intense. I was always fascinated with the way sunlight could
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