Nostalgie post-retour

I still can feel the cold water against my skin, the taste of some herring with sour cream in my mouth and the smell of a foggy forest.

Again [You All Look The Same To Me] by Archive

I still can see the smile of my friends dancing, enjoying the moment.

Love Is Colder Than Death [The Virgins] by The Virgins

I still can hear the voice of a little girl asking me to lift and to carry her.

On My Shoulders [A Mouthful] by The Do

and all the rest ...

Something (Longer - For Windy) [Flutter - EP] by Bonobo

... (en musique)