Like a bird carried by air that slips under her wings, is spun above the tree tops in a nature inhabited by the silence of white noise ... Something powerful is running, an inexorable march ...

From the sky, we fly over a river arm, reeds, large areas of sand and water... The "force" running silent and continues its migration inevitable...


• Ion 04:52

• Raffles 05:52

• Chinatown 06:47

• Anima Boue 03:11

• Anima Crau 05:34

• Anima Eljadida 04:25

• Anima Rome 02:34

• Anima Salin 01:57

• Busserine 05:44

• Charretiers 1:43

• Montagnette 03:10

• Silence 20:02

• Saint Charles 05:11

• Toscane 03:34

• Vaches Toscane 02:19