Switzerland tells

A shoe lost on a beach. Our sea sings and roars between two worlds where small feet make long crossings...

Sylvie Mallard carries the words of migrants, words of life, Besides, lives of brothers, of mothers, of fathers and sisters, words... words of children who will not age since their memory is washed up here...

And that evening when the mother was silent... the whole sky was silent... and in our memories remained this song of the world.

Mare Nostrum en vain ? Earthling by the way... and if you're nothing, here who are you ? You will grow in the whispers of the world, or in the flight of a bird. You will grow in the wave and the soul, in the memory of the world and you will be reborn in history, where our eyes will rest ; where our hearts will stop, yours will finally be able to beat.