Four dancers who, through the poetry of their bodies, plunge into a dreamlike world where their different memories of life collide. A succession of sketches like so many images of everyday life, gentle, funny, impertinent...
Four dancers use the poetry of their bodies to plunge into a dreamlike world where their different memories of life collide. A succession of playlets, like images of everyday life, gentle, funny and cheeky, combining dance, burlesque, physical theater and object manipulation.
Memories are what make us who we are, reflecting our lives and our identity. Memories are also what bind us to the passage of time. So they become damaged and fragmented, like feathers that escape our grasp. So, are we really sure that we remember? These feathers that, when they fly away, make us remember? But as time passes, the feathers fall away, and vitality fades. What are we left with but this naked, raw body, leaving t
Memories are what make us who we are, reflecting our lives and our identity. Memories are also what bind us to the passage of time. So they become damaged and fragmented, like feathers that escape our grasp. So, are we really sure that we remember? These feathers that, when they fly away, make us remember? But as time passes, the feathers fall away, and vitality fades. What are we left with but this naked, raw body, leaving t
