Tijd weer voor wat muziek. Nu van de filmcomponist Yann Tiersen. Inderdaad, op de Franse toer. Voor de vele 'volgers' uit de US ook een stukje toelichting in hun taal. Geluid en sfeer bepalen verder een groot deel het gevoel dat muziek kan oproepen.
It will come back eventually, the kind of morning where, with delighted faces we used to eat slices of bread. The window slightly opened before going to shower. Laughing because we were so late comparing to other people and with a nonchalant pace. And a smile firmly in place. We will walk self-confidently into the familiar streets toward some place in the city. Some unknown place, to find again our failure, And its shadow. I would like to see our failure face to face one beautiful day. Scrutinize its very self distinguish its shape and in the crude atmosphere of a town during summer slowly get away (from it). And never cross paths with it ever again (I would like to) move amidst the crowd, be it a benevolent or antagonistic one making up jokes for once in a supermarket. And, my arms full of groceries, realize that we finally overcame its (the failure's) shadow's boundaries.