Un monde à l'autre

This rhythm smells of gasoline, overheated asphalt, and nervous laughter from under a hood. Words fly like sparks, intertwining street codes, pop culture, and internal swings between “optimist” and “pessimist.” Each “vroom” sounds not just like an engine - it's a heart hidden in a holster, ready to break free, just so it doesn't get stuck in one world.

This isn't about money and shows - it's about running, about constantly “shifting gears” and breaking out of the box. It's about life, which sometimes goes haywire and sometimes goes smoothly, but inside, you're still looking for a way out. Between the gasoline-fueled drive and the weary confession, a strange tenderness breaks through - as if behind all this noise lies a desire to simply breathe without racing.