Trans Express (France)
| Artistic Director | Sylvie Meunier (France) |
The sky doesn’t tolerate roughness. The sky needs tenderness. The birds' chirping, the touch of the wind, the clearness of the clouds, the magic. You needn’t ask for a miracle, it will come to you. An unseen witch will blow the air, and a fantastic construction will appear, and amazing creations, floating above the crowd, will fill the sky with magical music. You have only to lift your eyes and... not to believe what you see. Flying people, fragile images from children’s dreams of Trans Express, long forgotten in the distant reaches of memory, only rarely making themselves known in the painful and tiring anticipation of a miracle, that suddenly spring to life, rise to the sky, into the tree- tops, through the windows of houses, spreading happiness to the souls of men.
The crowd gazed with amazement at the drummers vanishing into the sky, who transformed their routine city into a wonderful world of music and magic.
Le Maine
I saw people crying so as not to close their eyes, and people who closed their eyes so as not to cry...I heard people standing near me praying, declaring their love, and murmuring, ‘Oh, God...’
Sylvie Meuniere, Cautre Cirque