This is a tale, taken from old times and old lands.
This is alchemy, taken from the stone and converted by the magic number.
This is us, this is them, this is a grand poetry taken from the Universe, the moon, and the stars, sun, sky, from nothing to anything.
“Music for a while
Shall all your cares beguile.
Wond'ring how your pains were eas'd
And disdaining to be pleas'd
Till Alecto free the dead
From their eternal bands,
Till the snakes drop from her head,
And the whip from out her hands.” (Purcell)
Dpt : Haute Garonne
Ville : Toulouse
Code Postal : 31000