Dust cabaret

« The next artist this year did not chaumé it is certain, since he is the silver medallist at Tomorrow's Cirque Festival. The look likes to flee what disturbs him, one turns away the face one goes farewell, yet one must look straight in the sky and fly ahurit and happy. All this is not just an allegory, gravity exists only in theory, Quentin Signori. »

Above, the introductory text of my first appearance on stage before my number of Aerial Straps, written and declared poetically by Martin Dust, author and director of the Dust cabaret. What to give me the euphoria to enter the stage and fly on the music (composed in just one day!) of the wonderful jazz band of the cabaret.

Simply put, it was an incredible artistic experience, with incredible artists. Unique moments of mild violence and total freedom.

In the second part I was in balance on my canes, in a camisole t-shirt, on a poem by Simon Johannin » (...) And the red that comes out of it dyes the eye And laughter ».