Beneath the fabric, only the gaze remains—a narrow frame of brown eyes and sun-touched skin, fragments of a face withheld. The image speaks in silence, a dialogue between the observer and the observed, where identity blurs into mystery.

The figure recalls the wanderers of the Sahara, men of wind and sand, yet the bond is not of blood but of nearness—of Cádiz facing Africa across the water, of curiosity reaching beyond borders never crossed. It is a portrait of belonging and distance, of what is seen and what remains untold.