She sits on the roof when night comes, to sew with the eyes heart, stars, and thoughts as a necklace. She lives as balancing on an invisible wire in between two different world. Sometimes she turns the eyes, down to the people passing by the streets, with a strange sight between curious and interrogative.
She sees or dreams an order and a deep, mysterious connection between planets and man steps. It is like if she were listening to a sound, the melody of a perfect order, where everything has its own place and events are because of a reason. She is an astrologist. I kid her because her tarots, her zodiac, and her lovely French accent.