Once there was a man, It was his job to paint the clouds.

It's an enormous responsibility with the whole world watching the sky all
day long. Day dreaming while looking at his paintings, at the artistry of
his soul spread on God's canvas.

One day the man ran out of red with which to paint the colors of the
sunset.
Knowing his responsibility the painter knew he had to paint the clouds red,
he had to keep the dream alive.
Left without a choice he used his own blood to paint the red in the clouds.

The sky was filled with his blood melting into the white clouds. It was the
most beautiful sunset ever seen. People stopped talking, stopped driving,
stopped walking; they simply stood motionless, memorized by the beauty.

God seeing such beauty was so impressed with the painter's work that he
wanted to compliment the painter, and he came upon him to find him
bleeding, the brush in his feeble hands.

"Why do you bleed?" asked god
"I can't let the dreamers down, I must paint red with my blood" the painter
answered
"That's a noble act you are doing. From now on you will awarded with noble
blood to paint the sky with" '', with that God smiled upon the painter and
his work

And so, when you gaze at the sunset, know that you see the noble blood of
the clouds painter, devoted to keep your dreams forever alive. Dream on.