It will be necessary to see clearly when our passions will become frightening. Beyond the figures gleaming of those and those which I like, the transitory ordinance of the sky, in mauve, in pink, in white, disperses our brightnesses far from the eyes... far from the hearts... and, that one wants it or not, by the word, by the sign, we will be attached interiorly to this frankness which, outside already any more does not exist.

Through the unstable chance, flickers star dust.