Son âme a faim.

De peur, de beau, de vrai, de fou, de sacré.

KUELLO a greffé son objectif à l'âme et son âme à l'objectif.

Pour livrer cash, crus, éblouissants... tous ses états. 

Les siens, les leurs, leurs horizons, ses contours.

Un cœur bat…  à nouveau.

Il est sorti des vagues, du plus-rien.

Il a repris des chemins hauts, des lacs de cimes, des rues grouillantes, des lits de rizières.

Il bat à la mesure d'une femme.

C'est une ode-dacieuse, un regard lavé, des yeux re-vivants.

C'est pour ça qu'il montre enfin ce qu'ils voient, lui et son âme.

His soul is hungry.

Of fear, of beautiful, of real, of crazy, of sacred.

KUELLO grafted his lens objective to the soul and his soul has the goal objective.

To deliver cash, raw, dazzling ... all his states.

His own, their own, their horizons, his outlines.

A heart beats... Again.

He came out of vague waves, of the nothing-more.

He took again high ways, lakes of summits, swarming streets, beds of rice fields.

He beats to the measure of a woman.

It is an ode-dacity, a washed look, re-alive eyes.

This is why he finally shows what they see, him and his soul.

• Jazz Fest. Ajaccio 2021 A.Paceo