Les Couleurs Du Voyage, is a piece court. Hesitations, stares and doubts. A table, a chair, a letter, muscles, spiritual strength and sentiment and conspiracy. Bodies that interwine in a drowsy blurr. To depart, to love, to betray. Devious movements, murmurs and sweat.
“I will never forget this morning, when you stared at me and in your eyes i understood, that you wanted to leave, but you couldn’t, you want the game to continue until the colours remain. Your eyes on my luggage, old plot. Not just a game. To stay or to leave.”