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01 Paco, Le Perroquet

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10 La Souris Froufroutante

Ce titre fait partie de l'album "Berceuses de la Terre et des Étoiles", paru aux éditions Petites-Oreilles.

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04_Ruisseau d'argent

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01_Les grenouilles sautent

Ce titre fait partie de l'album "Danse et bouge" dédié à l'expression corporelle des maternelles, disponible sur le site des Éditions Petites-Oreilles

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02_Le pas du héron

12_La danse des pinces

14 Le Ballet Des Feuilles

The sun gently pierces the head
And I wake up at desert time
Shadows slide across my window
A warm breath, a clear whisper

The dunes of yesterday still dance in me
Lost echoes of a voiceless world
I walk slowly, barefoot on the light
Every grain of sand whispers a prayer

At desert time, the silence twists
Every second is a wave that bites
I'm looking for traces, vestiges of a link
Between the infinite and the human

The heat weighs like an ancient memory
A river of gold gets lost in my hands
I listen to the cry of mirages
They sing about truths, they dance about shipwrecks

At desert time, the silence twists
Every second is a wave that bites
I'm looking for traces, vestiges of a link
Between the infinite and the human

The wind erases what I thought I loved
A story engraved on skins of paper
And in this void, everything becomes clear again
You have to die to be reborn in the desert hour

The sun slowly falls into ashes
And I close my eyes to understand better
Night sets in, an open abyss
And my heart lightens in the hour of the desert

Oooooooooou

The sun gently pierces the head
And I wake up at desert time
A breath of life, a moment offered
Between the ephemeral and the dance of the universe

And the dance of the universe

L'heure du désert

In what name is love given to me?
Is it the wind that whispers and blows me
Or the earth which, in silence, carried me ?
An ancient mystery that I cannot unravel

Under the stars I search for a reason
A distant echo, an old song
The world turns, fragile and imperfect
But your gaze draws eternity

In the shadows of the night, I abandon myself
In the light of a fire that imprisons me
A breath, a beat, a golden thread
In what name is love given to me?

In every silence, a muffled cry
Dancing ashes, torn hearts
And yet, in the abyss, I see you
You hold my hand, you teach me every law

In the shadows of the night, I abandon myself
In the light of a fire that imprisons me
A breath, a beat, a golden thread
In what name is love given to me?

Maybe it’s the water that sculpts the stone
Perhaps a child's cry in the light
A promise as old as the sea
An oath written on the ephemeral

And if tomorrow love were to fade away
Like a dream in the morning, a forgotten gesture
I would keep within myself, in the darkness
The softness of your shadow by my side

In the name of what is love given to me
A sweet enigma, a starry breath
Maybe nothing, or maybe everything
A fragile thread that binds us despite everything

In the shadows of the night, I abandon myself
In the light of a fire that imprisons me
A breath, a beat, a golden thread
In what name is love given to me?

Au nom de quoi l’amour m’est-il donné ?

A puma in the well
Dream of rainbows
Where the shadow falls asleep
And where everything seems eternal

The stones whisper his name
But the wind doesn't respond
An echo is lost at the bottom
Where the silence beats
He waits, motionless
Let the water hold out its hand
But the fragile light
Don't cross tomorrow

Tell me, who is still listening?
When the well swallows the agreements?
A puma seeks a sky
In the murky, unreal water

The roots cling to the walls
Like arms that implore
And the night, soft and dark
Drape the well with its decor
But the animal remains proud
Even caught in prison
Because at the end of his prayers
It carries a horizon fire

Tell me, who is still listening?
When the well swallows the agreements?
A puma seeks a sky
In the murky, unreal water

He plunges his eyes into the abyss
Sees the rainbow dancing
He guesses the life that comes alive
In the essential cold

A puma in the well
Count the forgotten hours
He breathes a sleepy breath
A dream forever linked
The walls carry its history
The waters keep its secret
In this hopeless space
Where everything ends up being reborn

Un puma dans le puits

I set a fire in oblivion
To light up the night
A fire that splits space
A fire that erases

I am the ashes and the spark
The dull inferno that marvels
I burn the shadow and the contours
To see another day arise

And in this fire, everything mixes
Headwinds, the main thing
I let go of the old cry
I set a fire in oblivion

Wandering souls embrace the wind
Their footsteps fade into nothingness
But in the embers, everything is reborn
A new breath, a clarity

And in this fire, everything mixes
Headwinds, the main thing
I let go of the old cry
I set a fire in oblivion

Fire is not goodbye
It is the place
Where it all begins
He is the shine
Awakening in absence

The flames dance in complete silence
They open doors to my presence
I hear their songs, sweet and serene
I stretch my arms towards their refrains

I set a fire in oblivion
To light up life
A fire that splits space
A fire that embraces

Je pose un feu dans l'oubli

To live in the thistles
The fire in the belly and the word in color
We invent houses
On ruins, fragments, errors

The winds slap in our faces
Scars like tattoos
We walk naked on paths
Where even the shadow seeks its mornings

We are among those who dream while standing
Who cling to the nights despite everything
With each fall, a little truer
We dance, we bleed, we are reborn

It is the sound of souls rising
Heavy hearts that break their chains
In the silences and the storms
We love each other in cries, we love each other in pieces

We drink from bitter springs
Hands trembling but proud
Every word we spit is a prayer
A light in the dust

The roads are long, the nights sharp
The often biting disillusionments
But somewhere, at the end of nothingness
A warm breath, a blazing sun

It is the sound of souls rising
Heavy hearts that break their chains
In the silences and the storms
We love each other in cries, we love each other in pieces

What's the point of running away from pain?
They sculpt our flesh, they shape our hours
We are chaos, we are light
A raw mix of shadows and stones

So we move forward, despite everything
In the gaps, in the blurs
Every wound is a window
A bridge stretched towards being

And if the end is a promise
Let us arrive there in jubilation
Life is just a deep whisper
A cry of love on the horizon

It is the sound of souls rising
Heavy hearts that break their chains
In the silences and the storms
We love each other in cries, we love each other in pieces

To live in the thistles
The fire in the belly and the word in color

A vivre dans les chardons

CAELITH'S CALL

Song of Elyrion

Mantra of stars

The Raven in the Reeds 

The raven has just arrived in the reeds of the world, 
Black plumage against the mist, its eyes like a slingshot. 
The wind dances around him, a deep whisper, 
The night slowly invites itself, ready to plow its furrow. 

It hovers above dreams, hearts caught in a net, Winged shadow, messenger, of the souls he found. 
The reeds bend under the weight of the secrets they contain, 
Each breath is a prayer that goes astray and struggles.

Oh, raven, tell me, what is the earth whispering? 
Do you carry the songs of yesterday or the cries of thunder? 

In the echo of your wings, a story awakens, A poem lost on the edge of the eternal. The stars slowly fade in its wake, 
The sky becomes a mirror, a sea without shore. 
He sows memories in the shadow of the reeds, 
And the world listens in silence to this ballet of words.

Oh, raven, tell me, what is the earth whispering?
Do you carry the songs of yesterday or the cries of thunder?
In the echo of your wings, a story awakens,
A poem lost on the edge of the eternal.


The reeds cry their burden, a broken song,
Each note a mystery that dawn will veil.
And you, raven, guardian of shadows and ashes,
Where are you leading this silence that man cannot hear?

He disappears into the mist, a specter into oblivion, 
But its shadow remains engraved on the folds of life. 
The reeds still murmur, lulled by infinity, 
A message between the lines that we can only half decipher. 

The raven has just arrived in the reeds of the world, 
An endless traveler whom destiny floods. And we, linked to his voice, dance on this thread, 
A fragile balance between the ephemeral and the immovable.

Oh, raven, tell me, what is the earth whispering? Do you carry the songs of yesterday or the cries of thunder? In the echo of your wings, a story awakens, A poem lost on the edge of the eternal.



Le corbeau dans les roseaux

By Force, You Became Tender

Intro
By force, you became tender,
By force, you turned kind,
When the wind came to splinter
Our souls in two sharp lines.

Verse 1
By force, you learned to love
Without asking for return,
A fleeting smile above,
And promises to burn.
In the night, beneath the rubble,
Shadow of a lost embrace,
You lay down in the trouble,
A heart to be replaced.

Chorus
But who are we, truly,
These ashes in the breeze,
Searching for constellations
Behind walls of cold steel?
And who are we, still,
Dancing to fragile chords
While the world crumbles
And we know not where to fall?

Verse 2
By force, you stayed silent,
By force, you broke apart,
Under the endless violence
Of loves that missed their mark.
You planted seeds in barren ground,
In soil without a trace,
Hoping the pain would turn around,
And sorrow would yield grace.

Chorus
But who are we, truly,
These ashes in the breeze,
Searching for constellations
Behind walls of cold steel?
And who are we, still,
Dancing to fragile chords
While the world crumbles
And we know not where to fall?

Bridge
By force, we turn to stone,
By force, we turn to rain,
We weather winters alone
With flowers to ease the pain.
By force, we remember
What we’d rather forget,
And life, that torn letter,
Rewrites itself in regret.

Verse 3
By force, you became light,
In the flash of a moment’s grace,
Breaking the borderlines
Between shadow and space.
And I followed where you led,
To the edges of despair,
Searching in the infinite
For fragments left to repair.

Outro
By force, you became tender,
By force, you became us,
When the wind came to render
A semblance of rendezvous.
And the night recalled at last,
That even stars burn out,
Fading as they pass,
Beneath a veiling shroud.

Final Chorus
But who are we, truly,
These ashes in the breeze,
Searching for constellations
Behind walls of cold steel?
And who are we, still,
Dancing to fragile chords
While the world crumbles
And we know not where to fall?



Par force, tu fus tendre


"In the heart of the Mediterranean, nestled within the untamed beauty of Corsica, lies a place where time seems to stand still: the Desert of Agriates. Here, nature reigns supreme, sculpting a landscape both rugged and lush. Between the dazzling blue of crystal-clear waters and the vibrant green of the aromatic maquis, every detail whispers of a millennia-old story. Forgotten trails wind through the hills, leading to pristine beaches accessible only to the most adventurous travelers. This land, once home to shepherds and farmers, still echoes the tales of a life long gone. The Desert of Agriates is no ordinary desert—it is a sanctuary, a refuge for those seeking to reconnect with the very essence of the Earth."


"Here, everything remains untouched, raw, authentic. A hidden treasure nature offers to those who take the time to listen."



Désert des Agriates

Golden Kiss


"In the heart of the Bolivian Andes lies an endless white sea: the Salar de Uyuni. This salt desert, the largest in the world, is an extraordinary place. But it’s during the rainy season that this already spectacular landscape transforms into an otherworldly wonder. A thin layer of water covers its surface, turning the salar into a vast mirror where sky and earth merge into perfect harmony."


"Walking on this ground, reflecting the immensity of the sky, feels like floating between two worlds. Here, every step erases the boundaries of reality, every glance loses the sense of horizon. And when night falls, the entire universe seems to gather beneath your feet, doubling the beauty of the stars in a unique cosmic spectacle."


"The Salar de Uyuni is not just a place; it’s a sensory experience, a journey into infinity, where nature redefines the very notions of beauty and magic."



Salar de Uyuni

Golden kiss II

"Nestled in the heart of Sichuan’s mountains, within a lush green haven almost too surreal to believe, lies a place where nature reveals its full splendor: the Jiuzhaigou Valley. Here, every landscape feels like a dream. Lakes with otherworldly colors, shifting between turquoise blue, emerald green, and shimmering silver, mirror the snow-capped peaks and the vibrant forests."


"Waterfalls, such as the majestic Pearl Waterfall, cascade their crystal-clear waters in a mesmerizing display. Every corner of the valley tells a story, a legend, carried by the Tibetan communities who have lived on this land for centuries, preserving their rituals and deep connection to nature."


"In the Jiuzhaigou Valley, time seems to stand still, giving way to a universe where every color, every sound, every breath of wind evokes perfect harmony between humanity and the natural world. A sanctuary of beauty, peace, and mystery."



Vallée de Jiuzhaigou

"In the heart of southern Morocco, nestled between the Atlas Mountains, lies a hidden treasure: the Valley of Roses. Each spring, this valley is draped in a radiant cloak, where thousands of flowers tint the landscape in shades of pink and fill the air with an enchanting fragrance."


"Here, nature meets tradition. The rose bushes, cultivated for centuries, offer more than just a visual spectacle: they are the heart of local life. From their delicate petals are born fragrant waters, precious oils, and skills passed down through generations."


"In this valley, the flowers dance in the wind, framed by red mountains and ancient kasbahs. Every corner tells a story, every scent transports the senses. The Valley of Roses, a timeless journey where the magic of nature flourishes fully."



La Vallée des Roses

The Devil’s Diamond

The devil’s diamond, cradled in my hand,
A dark fire’s reflection, its gleam unplanned.
It whispers of promises, a distant refrain,
Dreams turned to dust, paths endless in vain.

Beneath the weeping moon, I caught its gaze,
A glimmer through fog, a light in a haze.
It offered me this jewel, a fragment of the deep,
Saying one fleeting moment is worth crimes that steep.

The devil’s diamond, it shines and deceives,
It devours the heart, steals time as it grieves.
And in its glow, I lose my way,
A dance unending, a mirror astray.

Each facet reflects a forgotten sigh,
Souls clinging to dreams left broken to die.
It sings sharp notes, too piercing, too high,
That shatter the night and blind the eye.

But deep in its shadows, a secret lies still,
A glimmer of light it hides with its will.
And I, the fool, reach out once more,
Seeking in its flames a destiny’s core.

The devil’s diamond, it shines and deceives,
It devours the heart, steals time as it grieves.
And in its glow, I lose my way,
A dance unending, a mirror astray.

I followed its promises to the edge of night,
Each step a whisper, a gleam, a fight.
But at silence’s threshold, it took all it gave,
Leaving only a spark on oblivion’s wave.

The devil’s diamond fades in my hands,
A breath, a gleam, endless dust it commands.
And I, in the mist, still search, implore,
For a glimmer of light, a dream once more.

The devil’s diamond, it shines and deceives,
It devours the heart, steals time as it grieves.
Yet in its glow, I see my way,
A final farewell, a tear in replay.



Le diamant du diable

I enter my heart as if into a forest,
A lost path, a scorched land.
The wind whispers forgotten songs,
I search for the source, where it all began.

The branches speak to me of an ancient love,
A breath, a spark, etched into my hands.
Beneath my feet, the earth still beats,
A wild rhythm, a call from the deep.

In the hollow of my soul,
A river of flames,
It burns, it illuminates,
It heals my mysteries.

Each step brings me closer to the unseen,
Shadows dance, fragile and serene.
A bird sings the echo of the past,
And I surrender to its truth at last.

In the hollow of my soul,
A river of flames,
It burns, it illuminates,
It heals my mysteries.

And if everything breaks, I will stand tall,
The sky opens, love drives me to fall.
In this silence, I hear the light,
A cry, a tear, a prayer in flight.

I enter my heart as if into an abyss,
Where the void dances with the sublime bliss.
The roots entwine, time holds its breath,
I find at last my peace in the wind’s caress.

In the hollow of my soul, I see the glow,
The river rests, all returns to flow.
It gently murmurs ancient words again,
“You are the all, the fire, and the way.”

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J’entre en mon cœur comme dans une forêt,
Un sentier perdu, une terre brûlée.
Le vent murmure des chants oubliés,
Je cherche la source, où tout a commencé.


Les branches me parlent d’un amour ancien,
Un souffle, un éclat, gravés dans mes mains.
Sous mes pieds, la terre bat encore,
Un rythme sauvage, un appel au dehors.

Dans le creux de mon âme,
Une rivière de flammes,
Elle brûle, elle éclaire,
Elle guérit mes mystères.

Chaque pas me rapproche de l’invisible,
Des ombres dansent, fragiles et paisibles.
Un oiseau chante l’écho du passé,
Et je m’abandonne à sa vérité.

Dans le creux de mon âme,
Une rivière de flammes,
Elle brûle, elle éclaire,
Elle guérit mes mystères.

Et si tout se brise, je reste debout,
Le ciel s’ouvre, l’amour me rend fou.
Dans ce silence, j’entends la lumière,
Un cri, une larme, une prière.

J’entre en mon cœur comme dans un abîme,
Là où le vide danse avec le sublime.
Les racines s’enlacent, le temps se suspend,
Je trouve enfin la paix dans le vent.

Au creux de mon âme, je vois l’éclat,
La rivière s’endort, tout revient à moi.
Elle murmure doucement des mots anciens,
« Tu es le tout, le feu, et le chemin. »

J'entre en mon cœur

Based on Van Gogh's painting Starry Night

La nuit étoilée

chouchou fleur !

The Call of the Stones

Sometimes fatigue wears down the mountains,
And the winds swirl in ancient spirals.
A whisper rises, a song from before forgetting,
Carried by the earth and the infinite breath.

The ashes of the sky dance in hollowed hands,
They paint new worlds where nothing ends.
Stars fall gently like scattered seeds,
Into the deep womb of sovereign lands.

Oh oh oh…
Who hears the call of the stones,
When shadows slip into the light?
Oh oh oh…
Who sings with the heart of fire,
When the night breathes and fades from sight?

The mountains sigh, keepers of a secret,
Their breath entwines with that of the forests.
A sacred dance awakens in the void,
An eternal circle where the universe resides.

Oh oh oh…
Who hears the call of the stones,
When shadows slip into the light?
Oh oh oh…
Who sings with the heart of fire,
When the night breathes and fades from sight?

Beneath the dust, dreams are woven,
Each vibration tracing a path.
A heartbeat, a wave, a traveling echo,
From the earth to the stars, an ancient language.

Oh oh oh…
We are the call of the stones,
In the dance of shadows, in the light.
Oh oh oh…
We sing with the heart of fire,
In the breath of the world, in the eternal rite.

Sometimes fatigue wears down the mountains,
But the earth remembers, weaving its threads.
A gentle pulse, a sacred breath,
In the silence, all is reborn.

ZéDRiC

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