The room looks at the stars because it is half covered and half open, half with the half-empty roof. The room was closed and so was done for the roof portion uncovered. They make the difference between the wooden shingles with which the whole house has been surrounded, including the "chambre"; when they are closed the only glass portion is just that of the ceiling that captures the stars. By day, being captured is the sky, an intense blue portion that rocks the room. Trees crawl the house apart from the terrace of the loggia that, protruding, leaves the trees out of the house, releasing the only cloud of sky above it. It happens so that the green of the trees that sun and light, crossing the leaves, color green reflected the blue of the room. The truth is that we do not know what to make of a piece of wood, to the extent that a piece of wood does not distinguish itself from another, it is unclear to us; only the immobile geometry of our dwelling distinguishes it, it changes it in poetry.
