Natacha Ezdra                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          "Au grand soleil d'été qui courbe la Provence                                                                                                                                  Des genêts de Bretagne aux bruyères d'Ardèche                                                                                                                                  Quelque chose dans l'air a cette transparence                                                                                                                                  Et ce goût du bonheur qui rend ma lèvre sèche"                                                                                                                                                                                                      Jean Ferrat