Little Song

A song that becomes sound in silence and fragrance

The passage of time

Little Song speaks of the metamorphosis of time, which inexorably passes through our lives. A fragrance that speaks of my loneliness and my inner feeling that time passes and changes things. Little Song speaks of the past. How can one narrate the passing of time? How do one find the scent of metamorphosis? In the first vibrant notes of citrus and spices, I hear hope.

A coffee and a rose...

Little Song is a little song that repeats itself endlessly. It is a cup of coffee standing alone on the table in my study, the intense, aromatic scent of its bottom, from there I began to remember. Little Song is a bouquet of roses held in my hand. I sought the depth in the rose, I sought in it the poetry of its petals slowly wilting, a deep and dusty feeling. Little Song is a daily ritual, the cigarette smoldering between my fingers, the sharp tobacco that carries my gaze into the distance, the pages of Kafka repeated by heart.

A song

A hint of earth and smoke, of roots and resin. After all, time also has its own scent. I write this little song over and over again, like a lullaby. Little Song is a confined space, a deep connection to life, to the past. A scent that touches the heart, that penetrates to the depths of the human soul.

Musical inspiration : "Murder Ballads" and "Skeleton Tree" by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds