J'ai rêvé une rafale

A flowing, fusion-like text that springs from the continuous, saturated flow of a city like Marseille and probes our instincts for security.

A breath, a cry, and visions right on the skin. Raw text, a wordless body, rap that lifts you up, and Ti amo—hit after hit right in the middle of a round. A short, intense show, like an electric shock, to make bodies vibrate and release tension.

Inspired by spoken word, the piece will take the form of a staged poem, a poem with a muffled voice—like a bass line—unfolding a feverish incantation woven from collective fears.