UN AUTRE JOUR

Somewhere between concrete walls and sea winds, between fatigue and stubbornness, a voice is born that has survived in spite of everything. It carries the salt of the streets, the taste of cheap tobacco, and something like faith, only very down-to-earth. Here, people don't seek enlightenment, they just breathe through the pain and take a step forward, even if their shoes are covered in blood. Tomorrow, maybe, things will really get easier - but even if they don't, you still have to keep going. Because it's been worse before, and you survived.