- «Una luz sin fuerza para llegar al suelo ribetea con tiza las molduras y las aristas de las casas, que tienen facha de haber dormido mal, y obliga a salir de entre sus sábanas a las nubes desnudas, que se envuelven en gasas amarillentas y verdosas y se ciñen, por último, una túnica blanca».

A light too fragile to reach the ground trims the moldings and edges of houses with chalk, which have a look of having slept wrong, and forces the bare clouds out from under the sheets, which wrap themselves in yellowish and greenish gauzes and cling to, at last, a white tunic

A light too faint to reach the ground put chalk stripes on the corners of the houses, which looked as if they had slept badly, and pulled from under their sheets the bare clouds, which wrapped themselves in gauze tinged with yellows and greens and fastened a white tunic on top

A light that is too weak to reach the ground draws a silhouette in chalk around the moldings and edges of the houses, which look like they slept poorly, and forces the bare clouds to get out from under the covers, wrapped in yellowish-greenish mist, and, finally, cling to a white tunic

A light too weak to reach the ground, traces in chalk the mouldings and edges of the sleep-crumpled houses; forcing out from their bed sheets the naked clouds, cloaked in a veil of greens and yellows, to finally gird themselves in a robe of white

A light too faint to reach the ground limns the mouldings and arrises of houses, that look like they haven’t slept well, and summons from under their sheets the naked Nephelae, who wrap themselves in greenish yellow gossamer before finally donning their white tunics

A light too weak to reach the ground chalks out the frames and the edges of the houses, which have a semblance of having slept poorly, and forces the naked clouds from between their sheets to be enveloped in gauzes of yellows and greens before finally taking the shape of a white robe

A light with no strength to reach the ground trims with its chalk the moldings and the edges of houses, that look as if they've had a bad night’s sleep, and from under their sheets it forces the popping out of the naked clouds, those now wrapping yellowish and greenish muslins around them, and covering themselves up, at last, with a white robe

A light too feeble to reach the floor outlines in chalk the mouldings and edges of the houses, which have the look of having poorly slept, and forces you out from between your sheets into the naked clouds, which wrap you in yellowish and greenish gauze and, lastly, fold you into a white robe

A light too feeble to reach the ground strews pallid embroidery across the mouldings and edges of the houses, with their sleepless, washed-out look, and rousts out from under their bedsheets the naked clouds, which wrap up tightly in yellowish muslin and, finally, attire themselves in pale gowns

A light, powerless to reach the groung, trims with chalk the mouldings and edges of the houses that seem to have slept badly, and forces the naked clouds to come out from in between their sheets to wrap themselves up in yellowish and greenish gouzes, wearing lastly a white robe

The chalk-coloured light, too weak to reach the ground, scratches along the edges and corners of yawning houses, and forces the clouds out, naked, from beneath their sheets to wrap themselves up in dirty greens and yellows, before, finally, stepping into their white robes

A light without strength to reach the floor outlines with chalk the molding and the edges of the houses, which look as having slept badly, and it forces the naked clouds out from the sheets, which wrapped themselves in yellowish and greenish gauze and, finally, they fasten in a white tunic

A light too wan to reach the floor ribbons with chalk markings the protrusions and edges of houses presenting the appearance of having slept poorly and forces from amid their sheets the departure of naked clouds that are enwrapped in yellowed and greenish gauzes and that gird themselves lastly in a white robe

A light without the strength to reach the ground sketches the outlines of the moldings and edges of the houses, which have a badly slept look, and obliges the clouds, draped with yellow and greenish gauze and wrapped in white tunics, to emerge naked from their sheets

A light without force to reach the ground, edges with chalk the mouldings and the arrises of houses which seem to have slept bad, and makes you get out from between the sheets to the undressed clouds which are wrapped in yellow and greenish gauzes, and finally put on a white tunic

A light so frail which will not graze the floor, chalks the edgings of frames and ridges of homes which appear to have had a dreadful night, and forces the naked clouds out of their sheets, to be wrapped in yellowish and greenish muslin, and finally cling into a white tunic

Not strong enough to reach the floor, a light fringes with chalk the moldings and arrises of the houses, which have the air of having had a bad night's sleep, and it forces the clouds to come out naked from between their sheets, so they wrap themselves up in yellowish and greenish gauzes and girdle themselves, lastly, with a white tunic

A powerless to reach ground light chalks out moldings and edges of houses with a bad dreaming visage, and forces naked clouds out from below its bed sheets, which wrapped in yellowish and greenish voiles and fit tightly, lastly, a white robe

A faint light almost unable to reach the ground tinges in white the mouldings and edges of the houses, which look as if they had had a restless night, a light that orders out of their bed-sheets the naked clouds wrapped in yellowish greenish chiffons and a white clinging tunic

A chalky light, too feeble to reach the ground, adorns the frames and edges of the houses, which apear to have have slept badly; and from between the sheets forces out bare clouds wrapped in pale yellow and green gauze ending up draped in a tunic of white

A light without the energy to reach the ground, diffusely draws the shapes and outlines of the houses, that give the impression of having slept badly, and forces the unclad clouds to step out from their bed sheets to wrap themselves in yellow-greenish hazes and to gird themselves finally with a white tunic

A light, powerless and unable to reach the ground, chalk-borders moldings and edges of houses, which look like having slept poorly, and forces bare-naked clouds out of their sheets, the clouds that get wrapped in yellowish and greenish gauze, and finally gird a white robe

A light without strength to reach the ground highlights with chalk the moldings and edges of the houses, which look as if they have had a bad night’s sleep, and forces the clouds to come naked from their sheets, and wrap themselves in greenish and yellowish gauze and finally, they tie on a white tunic

a light without sufficient strength to reach to the ground edges with chalk the houses’ mouldings and corners, who don’t look as if they’re well rested, and forces the naked clouds to abandon their sheet, who shroud themselves in yellowish and greenish muslin and who finally hug a white robe

A light, without the luster to touch the floor hazily fringes the contours and edges of houses that appear to have badly slept, and impels from its sheets denuded clouds that wrap themselves in greenish and yellowed gases, finally self-girdling in a white robe

A light that is not strong enough to reach the ground draws a chalk border around the mouldings and edges of the houses, who look like they have slept badly, and obliges the naked clouds to come out from between the sheets, wrapping themselves in yellow and green gauzes and finally covering themselves in a tight white tunic