Un monde à l'autre

This rhythm smells of petrol, overheated asphalt and nervous laughter from under a hood. Words fly like sparks, intertwining street codes, pop culture, and the internal swing between ‘optimist’ and ‘pessimist.’ Each ‘vroom’ sounds like more than just an engine - it's a heart hidden in a holster, ready to break free, just so it doesn't get stuck in one world.

This isn't about money and shows - it's about running, about constantly ‘shifting gears’ and breaking out of the box. It's about life, which sometimes goes haywire and sometimes runs smoothly, but inside, you're still looking for a way out. Between the petrol-fuelled drive and the weary confession, a strange tenderness emerges - as if behind all this noise lies a desire to simply breathe without racing.