Lying there, moments before his dazzling death, Ninetto catches his first glimpse of the sky; ‘Che sono le nuvole?’ (What are the clouds?). But Totò, cut from his strings, can no longer answer him. Only the image responds: a luminous blue expanse overflowing with passing clouds. ‘Straziante meravigliosa bellezza del creato!’ (Oh, the torturing and marvellous beauty of creation).