This album has a very well chosen title, the beauty of a rose for love of a woman, child or family and thorns for the pain of absence, lack, doubts and fears , mourning that we should do. As the silence can be more revealing and expressive than a word, that which is not "because he thinks better than he says" ... It is nostalgic, the roots, a place, a smell, a presence ... the sounds are simple almost bare as to highlight one instrument per song, violin, cello, bass, double bass, accordion, (roses of my silence ) drums, piano and guitar ... I was glad to hear of the Irish flute and bagpipes also "come with me", and mandolin with "get up" ...
This is especially intimate ballads, Love cries under which pierces hope some more tracks leading to evoke familiar tunes that we can not put my finger on and which move according to your guts ... ... So yes, it can tire since the singer remains in the same register as a signature, his trademark in all, and yet there are times when it does not hurt to press for some wounds bleed, history of evacuating an overflow or feel darker emotions to better bounce next. Whether we like it or not, it is not indifferent.