This tune that you have in your mind, they are feelings running through a railway. You are hearing its cruel mechanics. It will end up, you know it, by compartmentalising you. And then at last, you
will forget everything. But don’t forget -Love- that all ends look alike. And not to miss your connection, sing.

Choreographic poem, Little song arises a multitude of theatrical situations where two characters become turn after turn the other’s object. A score of an extreme precision make signs sparkle within a virtuous dexterity of gesture that are speeding up towards their own end. – Yoann Bourgeois

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