I am in one of my dreams, alone in a lava field in Iceland. In the sky, about ten Boeing 747s are rushing towards me with a single purpose: to crash into me. However, I am not afraid. The planes crash one after another, right next to me. I remain calm and watch the debris fly at an incredible speed, thinking to myself, "I am sad for the passengers; they all die before my eyes, but... these planes wanted to kill me!" At no point do I question the "why" of such an attack, from which I emerge unscathed. Nothing is rational; everything seems normal to me. Upon waking up, I feel in an extremely peaceful state, grounded, in harmony with my own way of functioning. Nothing can happen to me. I sense a higher force, great confidence in myself, to the point where I could drive on the left without danger. This dream still serves as a reminder, even three years later: "Don't worry, if you feel it, it's the right decision."

On a bike, everything is slower. Sensations are stronger and gentle at the same time. The caress of the wind on the face, the mysterious notes whistled by a bird on the path, the rustling of leaves whispering anecdotes in our ears. The joy of discovering nature, the countryside, hidden little villages... And here I am, pedaling, whistling in turn, a small part of my new composition in return. There's nothing like connecting with nature and sport for inspiration to flow.

In the setting sun, hungry and anxious, a man advances toward his boat anchored on the beach. He watches the big waves, waiting for the moment to launch himself into the sea. Finally, he says to himself, "Push Now" (...) "Push, go," and runs, pushes his boat into the water, and jumps in. It was the right moment; otherwise, the boat would have overturned. He sails and thinks about his children left alone at home. Without a fishing rod, he throws himself into the sea to try to catch a fish with his hands. He dives deeper and deeper, barely seeing in front of him. He must bring back something to feed his children in the evening but feels so old, searches for light, gets carried away by the force of the waves, and finds only plastic.

I lost sight of myself by wanting to help you when you weren't ready. At 18, I quickly realized that I had exceeded my limits. It was an impossible mission. Only you can help yourself. You will feel it when the time comes. The right moment to make the right decision, to get through life and find the right path that will guide you. I quickly understood that I was drawn to humanity and that I naturally wanted to help people in need or those who had derailed in their lives. I dedicate this song to my first boyfriend, who dangerously fell into this cruel world and so often wanted to end his life.

In a remote village, a young Moroccan woman becomes pregnant without being married. Fearing for her life, she leaves her home to give birth far away. Taken in by a resident of a big city, she gives birth to the baby and decides to give him to an orphanage. However, this child always remains close to her heart. She, who had naively believed that everything would be fine once it was all sorted out, now spends her life calling out to her baby, receiving no response, and singing for him. A mother by blood, she longs to embrace him with her voice, her heart, and her arms