If the sky was always clear, we would not know the beauty of the clear sky and we would not even know the wonder of infinite cloud games with their different colors and countless nuances.

"The breath of the clouds" is the moving scene of our inner sky, with the richness of all the shades and shadows that embellish life, allowing us to appreciate the moments of terrific limpidity.

So nothing is to be discarded in that motion that looks like that of the waves, where the retreat will move to the fading bubble, in a shift of sorrow and grace which are the yeast of natural and effortless human growth in which the transforming agent is the inner fire.