Welcome, Zéo

My own boy, your songs are quite lovely

It is a marvel that those colourful ideas of yours

Should have been made, no less, for the music of songs

Than for the madness of beats

Your slim gilt soul walks between passion and poetry

I know Hyacinthus, whom Apollo loved so madly, was you in Greek days

Always, with undying love

Yours, Zéo

Welcome, Zéo