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Spoken word for Laurent Sauvage. 
A singer delivers his latest flow: one in which he attacks the music industry system and speaks of his feelings of strangeness in relation to the men of his generation. Accompanied by a titmouse, he takes us on a dreamlike, anarchistic nocturnal wander. He gives us the precious secret of freedom.

"My words don't need an intermediary, I'm not a drug dealer, I'm a fucking singer. My whole body cries out for a direct connection between my words and those who listen, heave and dance. Let me stand naked before the public. Let me speak the language of the unfortunate, the fucked-up, the invalid."