Forced and broken up silhouette of a woman. She rides on a background of stormy sky with a cold and strong sun that is covered by the superimposition of the figure. The horizontal light shaft of the sun reinforced the sublime aura of the photograph.

She looks a tus in a penetrating manner, sheltered by the shadows that darken her face. A voyeur´s pose spied by us, the onlookers.

She looks unceasingly at us, like the poet that keeps quiet without ceasing to talk. You can construct a universe, attribute it to her, and you continue not knowing anything about her. Things of the indiscrete look, always discreet.