Creating music from the French Mediterranean coast for the Riviera and Ibiza nightlife. There was a time I only saw what fell away Shadows in the spill of yesterday I stood counting broken vessels in the rain Didn’t see what still remained Every tear became a lens I couldn’t clear Every echo said the past lived here But beyond the grief, beyond the blue Something steady carried me through Now the air is shifting Truth is standing still Every scale is lifting I feel the balance tilt Here we rise, here we rise (now I can see) Here we rise, here we rise (clarity) Here we rise, here we rise (fire returns) Into the spark that burns Here we rise, where the flame begins Here we rise, letting justice in I laid the facts out on an open line No disguise, no alibi What was owed, I let it land What was mine, I took in hand From the stillness something living grew A single spark that finally moved Not a memory, not a chain Just a calling with a name Feel the heat awaken After truth is sworn What was once forsaken Is suddenly reborn Here we rise, here we rise (now I can feel) Here we rise, here we rise (something real) Here we rise, here we rise (fire returns) Into the spark that burns But there were hands that held too tight Golden cages dressed as light Promises that asked for more Than the soul was willing for I saw the cord, I named the tie Watched it loosen when I tried No more bargains made of fear No more shadows steering here Now my feet are grounded Heart and body align Nothing here confounds me The earth says: you’re mine Here we rise, here we rise (rooted and free) Here we rise, here we rise (stability) Here we rise, here we rise (fire returns) From the ground, the spark is born I am held I am whole I am warm within my own I am here I am sound I stand steady on this ground Here we rise Here we rise Here we risemore

A song about the joy felt by children, as soon as December arrives, and that family reunion is approaching for the Christmas party.more

This song focuses on the time lost waiting for the loved one and who cannot be caught. All this time to wait, like an obsession that slowly consumes but leaves a part of hope that this wait will not be in vain... The text is accompanied by a sober instru and begins with a simple guitar-voice joined by percussions evoking the passing time. The end of the piece is supported by more percussions, highlighting hope, in parallel with a plaintive song, in the background, to mark the desperate wait. more