The house that keeps warm

There was this very foggy day.

There was a band called La maison quitientchaud.

There was indeed a house that kept warm.

There was the frost that bite our hands and faces.

The fog came every time we went outside, like a stage curtain hiding the truth.

I did not fight it, I just observed its presence and what it has left for me: some silhouettes, abstractions, bits of melancholy and mystery. The house that keeps warm this time was within each of us, inside us, running our blood, making our hearts beat bum-bum-bum-bum like the beginning of the song. With music in our heads we were able to float on the thickness of the fog, jump over the fire and stare at the endlessness of this whiteness.

The band:
http://quitientchaud.free.fr/content.php