The spectacle went sufficiently far... the disorder from now on will always be.

I will like to conceive something which even holds by oneself...

something which tackles silence... something which resounds beyond reality.

Drama, gesture, movement of time, express power unsubdued of the lightning which cuts out silence in night dust, which dance, dance then disappear in a vertiginous and constant sleep.

While I sigh, a reddish gleam lights what never was.

All that is red is pretty.