"Pois"

"Her first expression was one of tension, which was not beauty. Just as anxiety dispersed the strenght of the body, it also gave to the face a wavering, tremulous vagueness, which was not beauty, like that of a drawing out of focus. (...) She was like an actress who must compose a face, an attitude to meet the day. The eyebrow pencil was no more charcoal emphasis on blonde eyebrows, but a design necessary to balance a chaotic assymmetry. (...) She must redesign the face, smooth the anxious brows, separate the crushed eyelashes, wash off the traces of secret interior tears, accentuate the mouth as upon a canvas, so it will hold its luxuriant smile. Inner chaos, like those secret volcanoes which suddenly lift the neat furrows of a peacefully ploughed field, awaited behind all disorders of face, hair and costume, for a fissure through which to explode."

Anais Nïn, A Spy in the House of Love
[+ Un Chien Andalou]