COMPLICE Underground

Not a flame but an underground spark.
Passed from hand to hand, from beat to beat.

Like a torch we carry, afraid it might fade, yet determined to keep it alive.
A heritage we swore to preserve.

The Seine touched us like a creative virus.
Each of us felt its symptoms differently: sentimental, cultural, raw, political, profoundly artistic.

It became our base, our basement, our underground river.
A place to lose yourself until you find your reality.


A place to create, to share, to exist.

From nowhere, we decided it was our duty to keep it alive.
Today, it has become a responsibility.

A tribute to the Tunisian Seine Underground.
For those who endured, who defended, who believed and who continue to create.