Una nube descuidada / A careless cloud

Esta es la historia,
de una nube muy pomposa,
estaba agotada de volar por horas
y tomó una maleta y su gorra,
para ir a otra zona.

Llegó hasta un aposento,
con sillas y un espejo,
se acercó para ver su reflejo
y despeinado estaba su cabello,
parecía una nube con trastornos severos.

This is the story,
of a very pompous cloud,
was exhausted from flying for hours
and took a suitcase and his cap,
to go to another area.

She arrived to a room,
with chairs and a mirror,
approached to see her reflection
and her hair was disheveled,
she looked like a cloud with severe disorders.

Fue a explorar el lugar
y halló un cepillo de rosada tonalidad,
empezó a cepillarse con serenidad
hasta que se enredó en su mirar
y un ojo se desprendió de la faz.

La nube intento en el rostro ponerlo,
pero, el ojo tenía movimiento,
se desplazaba sin impedimento,
no podia fijo mantenerlo,
tampoco mirar con tanto ajetreo.

He went to explore the place
and found a brush of pinkish hue,
began to brush with serenity
until it became entangled in his gaze
and one eye was detached from the face.

The cloud tried to put it on the face,
but, the eye had movement,
moved without impediment,
could not fix it,
nor look with so much hustle and bustle.

La nube vuelve hasta el espejo
y ahí acomoda su ojo suelto,
se ve bien en el reflejo
y se queda por fin quieto,
lo logró, arregló el daño hecho.

La nube toma sus cosas y se va,
no sé percata que el ojo se quedó atrás
adherido en el espejo esta,
en un reflejo que ya no hay,
de una nube de descuidada personalidad.

The cloud goes back to the mirror
and there he fixes his loose eye,
looks good in the reflection
and finally stands still,
he did it, he fixed the damage done.

The cloud takes his things and leaves,
does not realize that the eye was left behind
stuck in the mirror,
in a reflection that is no longer there,
of a cloud of careless personality.

Cuando el ojo se vio solo,
abandonado y sin el nubarron pomposo,
se asusto, se sintió melancólico
y salió a buscar el rostro,
que debe andar volando en el cielo hermoso.

When the eye saw itself alone,
abandoned and without the pompous cloud,
was frightened, felt melancholy
and went out to look for the face,
that must be flying in the beautiful sky.

Créditos
Stopmotion y cuento original de Margarita Palomino.
Colombia, julio de 2025