When you look well, you see man and death and soil are closer to each other than woman and life and sky. In short, you that woman's hands are higher towards the sky than men. You can raise your hands towards the sky, in the emptiness of a cave or in the corner of a room or in the angle of a chapel, but if you give your heart to the heart of the crowd and loose yourself between it, the ones who came one by one to enjoy the sky, if between your disappearance you find you self and luck was helping you a little bit, you will be satiated from the precipitation of the sky. The home of the goldsmith is a place where many mothers come to raise their praying hands towards the sky to benefit from the mediation of the holiness's of being. We hope they don't return with empty and dusty hands. When you look well, your hand will get a portion of the sky, the wind of dust gets lighter.