We are made of the stars. Let us all come together silently and be as intended; a healing force as old as time, a universal collective realised, a truth that cannot be dismissed nor denied - pure love for all and everything made whole infinitely.

A welcome respite in these times of insanity. I've always been a fan of this song, so thank you all for taking me back to a place of comfort. Beautifully done as always!

I love poetry in motion that transforms the imagination, like a book, to a choice of avenues that we enter at will - be it to relive a moment in reverence, to slip sweetly into a wish on a star -2 children drunk on wonder-, or even commit to dragging my self in front of a cracked out dreary mirror of days long fucking past but never, ever forgotten and scorning the ego mercilessly so that I can better love and understand me, you, and the moment; just the one of each. This E.P. takes me there.

La mer
qu'on voit danser le long des golfes clairs
a des reflets d'argent,
la mer,
des reflets changeants
sous la pluie.

La mer
au ciel d'été confond
ses blancs moutons
avec les anges si purs,
la mer bergère d'azur
infinie.

Voyez,
près des étangs,
ces grands roseaux mouillés.
Voyez,
ces oiseaux blancs
et ces maisons rouillées.

La mer
les a bercés
le long des golfes clairs
et d'une chanson d'amour,
la mer
a bercé mon cœur pour la vie.

~Charles Trenet