Institut National Supérieur des Arts du spectacle et des techniques de diffusion
La lave ne brûle pas
Sur le volcan je cueille des scories, Skandar prie les dieux de la nuit, Domi écoute l'autoroute, Sacha baigne dans les rayons, Maden fait sécher puis fermenter. Nos transitions se mêlent aux changements de saisons.
On the volcano, I gather lava rocks; Skandar prays to the gods of the night; Domi listens to the highway; Sacha basks in the sunlight; Maden dries and ferments. Our transitions interwine with the changing seasons.
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