Tout donner - Pilule violette

Love here sounds like a promise spoken through the smoke of headlights and half-asleep morning streets. No loud words - just quiet obsession, when ‘everything there is’ has long been given away and even slightly spent. He is a mixture of confidence and vulnerability, like those who can turn any drama into a soundtrack and any night into an oath.

Everything in this story is a little excessive: feelings, jealousy, the desire to be needed. But it is in this excess that life lies. When ‘don't ask for the moon’ sounds not like a refusal, but like an admission that the earthly, imperfect ‘I am here’ is sometimes the most precious miracle.