Realizado para Bacánika
Autora del cuento: Margarita García Robayo
Orden: boceto / líneas (tradicional) / color (digital)
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Se dedicaba a mirar las nubes, arrastrándose lentísimas: se preguntaba si iban o venían. Hacia dónde. Pasaban horas, pasaban días, pasaban nubes y Titi deseaba que alguna se detuviera y se derramara furiosa sobre él. Hasta arrasarlo, hasta que no quedara nada.