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Entre ciel et poussière, Echoes of the End réunit les dernières vibrations d’un monde en quête de sens.
Chaque morceau est une prière suspendue — un souffle de guitare, un murmure de piano, une onde qui se perd dans le vide pour revenir chargée d’émotion.
De “The Car in the Sky” à “Echoes of Tomorrow”, en passant par les hymnes spirituels et les introspections planantes inspirées de The Great Gig in the Sky ou High Hopes, l’album explore la fin des illusions technologiques, la beauté fragile de la Terre et la nostalgie d’un paradis que l’humanité a laissé s’éteindre.

C’est une traversée : celle d’un Moïse moderne entendant sa propre voix dans l’écho de la mer, celle d’une humanité qui envoie des voitures dans l’espace tout en oubliant la poésie du vent.
Entre rock progressif, gospel cosmique et folk introspectif, Echoes of the End fait dialoguer la foi, la science et la solitude — jusqu’à retrouver la plus ancienne vérité : nous sommes tous des échos, cherchant la fin pour comprendre le commencement.

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The song is based on my poem: 
January: A World Beginning
January wakes slow in the North,
Where frost threads lace on every pane,
And breath becomes a visible thing—
A small white promise leaving lips.
The days are pale, obedient, quiet,
Learning how to lengthen again.
In the mountains of Japan,
Snow falls like the hush after prayer—
Temples ring one clear bell,
And the year bows its head to begin.
In the savannas of Kenya,
The sun is not a stranger—
It stands guard in a copper sky
While acacia shadows stretch like long-limbed dancers.
New rains are stories still being written
Across thirsty soil.
In Argentina, January is a festival—
Mangoes split sweet at dusk,
Children run with bare shoulders,
And time moves with the slow confidence
Of heat shimmering on stone.
The year begins in a summer’s exhale.
In Reykjavik, the night lingers,
A patient guest at every table.
Candles bloom in windows,
And families gather close,
Singing warmth into the dark
With wool, with laughter, with soup.
In India’s north, the morning fog
Rests heavy on the yellow fields;
Kites wait to take the sky at festival time,
Color staking claim against the pale cool heavens.
January is gentle here, but watchful.
In Berlin, London, Montreal—
Grey is not sadness but a canvas
For the smallest sparks of life:
A café window fogged by tea steam,
The sudden flight of pigeons,
A scarf pulled close,
Someone deciding—quietly—
To stay, to try, to begin again.
January is no single thing.
It is hearth and horizon,
Snowstorm and sunstroke,
Dormancy and seed.
It is the earth’s deep breath before speaking,
The human heart clearing space
For whatever might grow.

January is a beginning shaped differently across the world: in the North it wakes slowly, breath turning to frost-threaded lace on glass as days learn to lengthen again, while in Japan snow falls like silence after prayer and bells ring in the new year. In Kenya the sun stands firm over acacia shadows and rains write new stories in the earth, even as Argentina tastes summer—mango-sweet, bare-shouldered, unhurried. Reykjavik keeps candles blooming against the lingering night, India lifts kites into fog-soaked dawn, and cities like Berlin and London wear grey as a quiet canvas for small hopes—a warm scarf, a fogged café window, a moment of deciding to begin once more. January holds both seed and snowstorm, hearth and horizon: the earth breathing in before it speaks, and the human heart making room for what may grow.

JANUARY

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