Entre-temps traces a quiet arc between past and present. A moment suspended in the in-between. Born from long sessions in winter rooms and riverside solitude, the tracks mirror each other like siblings, growing side by side, shaped by shared silence and shifting light.
A quiet search unfolds to become an endless chase. Just a steady surrender to sound, to repetition, to moments of clarity softened by waves of doubt. At times, a strange sense of déjà-vu lingers, a gentle murmur of something once felt, just out of reach. In the balance between motion and stillness, between echo and origin, something like refuge begins to take shape.
On-dit, un bruit qui court
Skimming low, weaving along,
Sometimes leaping, sometimes stirring,
Still echoing in a drifting they say.
A strong sense of déjà-vu
In this new place I call my own
Perhaps it’s only the way
Light moves across the room
Or that soft pulse
That hums through the walls.