Décrocheurs de Lune

We always see the stars. That’s what shines, that’s what dazzles. Yet life is small breaths, small souls born from stardust. Tiny, invisible, supposedly unimportant fragments. And we are these dusts which sparkle, fragile, like the candles of the banisters. We don’t set fires, we burn nothing. We warm up, we light up with shadows and lights, our breaths mingle, our lives are woven into yours, we pick up, we hang on and the universe belongs to us.