Une chanson sur un petit coin de bois dans lequel j’aimais me promener et qui cachait certains automnes des bouquets de trompettes. Un soir o\u00f9 j’\u00e9tais all\u00e9 m’y ressourcer, la lumi\u00e8re l’a nimb\u00e9 d’une aura magique, je garde ce moment comme un tr\u00e9sor au fond de moi. H\u00e9las, les forestiers sont pass\u00e9s depuis, et une cl\u00f4ture en barre l’acc\u00e8s. Qu’importe le coin est d\u00e9sormais en moi. Quant au buisson de la chanson suivante, par bonheur, j’y ai toujours acc\u00e8s. Deux m\u00e9lodies survenues et enregistr\u00e9es avec une rare urgence. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
A song about a place in the woods where I liked roaming and that used to sometimes hide a few wild mushrooms in autumn. One evening when I went there to reconnect with myself, the light shrouded the place with a magical halo – I keep this moment like a treasure deep in my mind. Alas, the forest workers have been there since and a fence now prevents any access to the place. Never mind, this small piece of wood is henceforth within me. As to the bush in the next song, fortunately I still have access to it. Two melodies that came up and were recorded with a rare immediacy. <\/p>\n\n\n\n