Would you like a unique text, written ESPECIALLY FOR YOU, that highlights, like a photograph in words, an activity, an event, a person......

What if stories of impossible love were not just the result of individuals being incompatible with each other...

A cocktail of imagination, a wave of creativity, a hint of aestheticism, a touch of mischief, a cloud of lightness... What more could you want? It's all there!!!

La lumière s’assoupit sur le vibrant autoportrait aux cheveux coupés de Frida Kahlo, assise sur sa chaise jaune… libérant une larme libre ! 

The intensity nestles in the silences, caressing rather than imposing: therein lies all the appeal of this production.

There are sometimes moments of grace that heaven grants to the discord of the brave, like a truce. On Thursday, 30 January 2025, at dawn...

Poem from a mother to her son

This morning, in the light blue sky, a square castle stretches out. For a long time, he raises his arms to the sky, his eyes riveted on...

Each voice is a click ‘on’ or ‘off’ on the switch of the American electric chair (...) Unleashing feelings, laying bare...

‘My good sir / Learn that every flatterer / Lives at the expense of the listener. This lesson is well worth an ‘outrage’ no doubt’...

Il n’en fallait pas plus à ce Gepetto du métal, hanté par le désir prégnant de donner vie à cette matière lumineuse ! ...

The birthplace of an epic, the tomb of Aphrodite... What if the goddess of love and beauty could be resurrected?

Thus Phèdre is born, between ten drops of water and an almost imperceptible background of music. A challenge of time that gives the "Do" without looking back.

It's a cry! It's a hymn to life, to love. In an entirely pink setting, to see life in this colour from beginning to end...

Could the secret of the philosopher's stone (philosophical?) simply lie within the human heart?…

Leaving the port. The man has a rendezvous with his latitude...

Footsteps creak outside the door of the room where the couple subscribing to the couples' resuscitation service are staying.

The impostor surrenders to the brilliant rhythm of Molière's pen, like a wild animal coveting its prey, sharpening its claws with treachery...