Most floors stink and are dead. The air becomes unbreathable, the waters rise, the deserts expand. We are doomed to eat poison. But rather than drowning in this perplexing catastrophe, they met in a garden to verify that Beauty is not dead. They imagined an ode to the snail, to seeds and to Nature.
And in this garden they receive visitors: Dom Juan and his virile logic of conquest, a setting sun by Turner, a saxophonist accompanying the awakening of the sunflowers and the untimely and not necessarily desired visit from Pierre Rabhi ...
For a long time terrible children of the Dogs of Navarre, they come together for this enticing alternative project, nourished by their obsessions, their growing fears and their subjective observations of the world and themselves.
We can bet that this promises a very contemporary and lively theater.