The wanderer - El trotamundos
The wanderer stepped out onto the dusty moor. His brown skin stood out against the light earth. He carried his worn yew stick as his only companion on his journey. He sought neither fame nor fortune, but he had long since left home. He walked with a firm and determined step, and watched the horizon with curious eyes, always eager to discover new perspectives. His greatest longing was to see in colour what for others existed only in black and white.
El caminante se adentró en el páramo polvoriento. Su piel morena resaltaba sobre la tierra clara. Llevaba consigo su bastón de tejo, desgastado, como único compañero de viaje. No iba en busca de fama ni de fortuna, pero hacía ya mucho tiempo que había dejado su hogar. Avanzaba con paso firme y decidido, y observaba el horizonte con ojos curiosos, siempre ansioso de descubrir nuevas perspectivas. Su mayor anhelo era llegar a ver en colores lo que para otros solo existía en blanco y negro.
Hi Juan,
Nice to see you again with this painting, the wonderer looks tired and hope he reached his destination. Nice colours, as always perfect painting :)