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"Your night is your shadow, a piece of land for our dreams"
The West, colonial France flies over the Mediterranean. They capture sounds, voices, words.
You fly with a classic post aircraft, but with shivers of suffering, sweat, saltiness, different languages.
The perspective changes. The cards on the table change.
Western music welcomes to the port souls of a suffering world. It's not enough to close your eyes.
The notes fly. Words drive the classic musical staff. Tribal electronics to shorten the distances in a sea created by Man.
A perhaps difficult work, seeks to transform painful images into notes, but music is pain, protest, knowledge but above all pleasure.
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