QUE CE SOIT CLAIR

There are feelings that defy logic, don't fit into decent boundaries, and desperately don't ask for permission. They just happen - loudly, repeatedly, like a stuck record, but with each “j'l'aime” seemingly stronger. There is no pathos here, only stubborn simplicity: who cares what people say, who cares who is against it. Love is like an endless refrain, without excuses, without geography - like a dance that cannot be stopped, even when the lights have already come on. There is something childish and crazy about it - and that is precisely why it is real.