To my parents. For every moment they have not doubted me, and help me not to do it either. Your confidence has fed my inquisitiveness.
Moises Escudero
In a little town where it almost never rains‌
‌ people have decided to pick up the clouds coming from the hot meals.
Clouds from the soup.
Clouds from the stew.
Keeping the clouds all together.
Once a year, children set them all free.
In this way…
... all harvests in the village can be watered.