A joyful compendium of surmountable calamities.
You're 50. Your body is in disgrace, but it doesn't matter, nobody expects anything from it any more. As for the mind, it thinks less loudly - what a relief! Your dreams? No time, the little one has scarlet fever. Finally, one death followed another: certainties, a flat stomach, glory, hang-gliding, hope... Today, nothing is really done for you, but so much the better! If the times don't think much of you any more, it looks like you're doing them a favour... Go on. Go for a walk in the woods, finish War and Peace, rock your kids. And above all, smile, for God's sake! You're getting on in years.
After a ten-year absence, Recrosio is back on stage with a new existential solo. Now happy (but happiness is a bad subject), he takes us through his life's greatest misfortunes.
misfortunes of his life. From the little piece of skin stuck in the zip of his jeans to the red sandals of his youngest child, not forgetting his overflowing puberty and his political opinions following the curve of his hair, Recrosio reveals himself without modesty. With frank self-mockery and a wicked sense of humour. A tender and cruel moment. Like every day that passes.
"Durer, choisir et chanter des berceuses is a show that brilliantly combines humour and tenderness, lucidity and fatalism, and skilfully avoids the trap of being too personal to touch the universal.
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