...D'ailleurs plus personne n'a cet accent-là
Sauf Brel à la télévision...

Just a way to follow at random the traces and the signs,
which Jacques Brel’s lyrics and songs have left on a street corner,
on a wall, on a sparkle of light, on a foggy morning,
on a moment of meaningful loneliness.
As soon as I can find others, I’ll try to capture them gently, with my camera,
without damaging too much their light butterfly wings.