The way we look at things and places... their emotional impact, the traces they leave in us, like beacons that partly define our history, and often determine our future paths and actions.

These sounds, these lights that in a fraction of a second take us on a journey into our own time and space, sometimes bringing us back in an almost tactile way to moments that might have seemed lost. These lands, which as soon as you step on them, thrill you like no other. Those hidden, private, almost secret inner worlds... those sweet solitudes we wish we could share... Our inner music.

These ways of looking at things and places... Their emotional impacts, the traces they leave in us, like beacons which partly define our history, and so often determine our future paths and actions.

These sounds, these lights which in the blink of an eye make us travel in our own spacetime and sometimes bring us back in an almost tactile way to moments we thought forever lost. Those lands, which as soon as we set foot upon them make us vibrate like no other. These hidden, private, almost secret inner worlds...These sweet solitudes we'd like to share... Our inner music.

Translation Jean Bonnefoy 

This album is dedicated to our friend Denis Badault