«  When there is nothing left

But desert, sand, and wind

When we’ve torn away the world’s clothes

Carefully shaved every earthly hair

When the valley, nude like a belly

Is split by the noon sun and the midnight freeze

When Nature’s lost her nature

And earth, like a sphere of leather

Tanned and worn, drying on a time line

Is the last domain of horsemen

Men, erected between dog and god

Will keep grasping for the breath they’re short of

Their lungs learning to sort out the sand

inextricably mixed with the burning air

Water will be gold, and gold mud

And the riders of dead horses

Like deadly peripatetics with dreams of gallops

Will be the last to think the world

They’ll just have to reinvent it all

By means of the void, the silence, the desert

And take part in this great nudity

lying on the ground, against the skin of the world.  »

Angelin Preljocaj

Adapted from La Peau du Monde  (first creation in 1992)

For 2 dancers

Duration

13 minutes

Choreography

Angelin Preljocaj

Music

György Ligeti

Costumes

Caroline Anteski

Choreologist

Dany Lévêque

Coproduction

Maison des Arts, Créteil

Biennale nationale de Danse du Val-de-Marne