I hope that you will never get rid of me.
En lettres Majorque
We saw the best part of you. Without a doubt.
Dam(n)
Make the wish to be back one day, again. And again.
Vert ce Pays
No need to be blue when everything is so green around.
Even the sky understood it.
Tracé
Everything can be straight as a line
Nothing will be
Eté comme Hiver.
The same, still in place,
The same, still different.
Capitale.
Even in the fog,
There’s always a light to chase
Un autre Nord.
Even by trying to escape from it,
It’s always by your side,
Like a compass with only one direction.