Why we sing
There were over a hundred and fifty of us. It blows my mind when I see that, and there’s always a moment during concerts when I turn around. Just to look. A hundred and fifty people, all equally volunteer, choosing to give their voices, and their hearts, and believing it was worth it. (…)
Willy
Friday, half past eight, Plaza de la Catedral. It is drizzling. The square is deserted; now and then, the footsteps of a passer-by echo in the night, then disappear like a mirage. Little by little, some shadows glide across the cobblestones, and beneath the remains of the Roman wall (…)
The aftermath
Stars are born out of their own collapse. We shall remember this phrase. We’ll make a good use of it later. So it happens. One day, just like that. Either by choice, or because life has decided so. Suddenly, everything we've ever known disappears/has disappeared, the boundary isn’t clear and (…)