UN AUTRE JOUR

Somewhere between concrete walls and sea winds, between fatigue and stubbornness, a voice is born that has survived in spite of everything. It carries the salt of the streets, the taste of cheap tobacco, and something like faith, only very down-to-earth. Here, people do not seek enlightenment, they simply breathe through the pain and take a step forward, even if their shoes are covered in blood. Tomorrow, perhaps, things will indeed become easier - but even if they do not, one must still move forward. Because things have been worse before, and we have endured.