Sometimes you have the feeling of being absent, you’re physically here but your mind is somewhere else, you don’t really pay attention to the people around you, when you walk in a group or have lunch with them you’re just not there. This music is stuck in your mind, your head is like a jukebox playing this only track. Iris by Wim Mertens gives you thrills, the kind of reaction you rarely gets. It touches you so close, and at this moment you’re a bit on the edge, emotionnaly, so as soon as the first chords on the piano resounds in your head, your vision is blurred by your wet pupils, goose bumps on your arms despite the warm weather outside.
You close your eyes, head back with your headphones on, you see this strand, swept by the irregular winds, alone, walking on the wet sand, starring at a storm breaking through the horizon, flashes of boats far away. This androgynous voice comes from the clouds, like an angel whispering a prayer to your ears, the entire nature around is playing this melody for you, and you think about her, Iris, where is she, who is she? You want to find her, go through oceans and deserts, following your angel’s voice, you would feel safe anywhere with this song in your head, like a protection from the inside.
