RETORS PANIQUES

We'll launch a ball of dislocated bodies and tongues. We'll dance on the fertile heaps of their forgotten histories. We'll let the memory of gestures, sounds and magic formulas blossom.

I feel the need to address the child and the accompanying adult with the confidence that there are alternatives to excess and violence. Developing cunning to overcome fear. Become resilient in the face of panic. The promise of gentleness is that of a reversal of power. A secret revolution.

On stage, we witness a kind of parade. Through the proliferation of these strolling characters, in a sort of sound and musical poem, Dada or futuristic, I imagine summoning the absurd, the humor and the offbeat situations, the extravagant cruelty, the permanent self-deprecation, which as a whole draw a dented world, made of violence and nonsense, in which it is nevertheless possible to exist and to rise again. Gently.