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INDOOR SHOW \u00d6 CREATION JULY \u00e7\u00f4, \u00e7\u00f9\u00e2\u00f6 AT FESTIVAL GREC BARCELONA<\/p>\n

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In the darkness of the caves, sound was like a compass for manking. A light to guide them through blindness. A song to light up the walls. Screams were needed to lead the way. Songs were needed to brighten the darkness. Here too, it screams, it searches, it gropes. It moves forward as best as it can in the tunnel of times. Is it the foot of the wall or the top of the world? Does life die here or is it reborn? But it falls and rises with the same clarity, with the same innocence, with the same insistence. It wants to pull through. No matter the cost. It’s many. It’s a flock. It’s a crowd. Almost a family. And, in the gaps left by a world in ruins, it invents something new. Another end of the world is possible – it has even begun. That’s what these bodies say. Those of a life that shines, those of a life that knocks.<\/p>\n

Second part of the diptych started by L\u00e0<\/em>, Falaise <\/em>is not really a sequel. It\u2019s more of its opposite side. Its real place. The glove turned around. We have moved to the other side of the wall, the other side of the world. This teeming life, overflowing through the walls. Here it is, in front of us. Worried. Fragile. Obstinate. Stubborn. Plural. She’s not quite finished. She still has things to say. She comes from far, far away. Or speaks for later. She’s not sure whether she has survived the disaster or if she is ahead of it. She just doesn’t know. One thing is certain though: she is trembling – with joy, tenderness, fear, and desire – desire to move forward, to not give in, to not go back, to find out how, to agonise, to blame, to be guilty, horribly guilty of being this hiccup of the world, she hesitates, she hesitates and doesn\u2019t care, she seeks to assemble, she plays the roles, and then disturbs what was expected of her. Whatever. She’s shaking. Like she’s alive. After all, she is life itself. The one who insists.<\/p>\n

Barbara M\u00e9tais-Chastanier<\/p>\n

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TOURS d<\/a><\/p>\n

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