Concept & Choreographer: Cristina Planas Leitão
Repetitor: Vivianne Rodrigues de Brito
Co-creation & Performance: Aaron Lokamba, Adjeng Ginzburg, Ael Boudehent-Le Bideau, Annamaria Cancellara, Bäo Blanchard, David Richards, Déborah Sounouvou, Eline Bruynel, Envel Serazin-Olivier, Fleur Philipsen, Guusje Kummer, Heda Cavadore Vieceli, Jasmine Urie, Jonas Verschuren, Ksenia Davydova, Lovis Westman Fjällstrom, Luana Oliveira, Marlon Verspaandonk, Miki Smith, Nisrine Hagen, Núria Gómez Sarrado, Rayane Chado, Sampo Stevenson, Senlly Samuel, Troy Florent
Lyrics: Ael Boudehent-Le Bideau
Melody & Voices: Aaron Lokamba, Ael Boudehent-Le Bideau, Jasmine Urie, Jonas Verschuren, Luana Oliveira, Núria Gómez Sarrado, Rayane Chado, Troy Florent
Original music: Ricardo Cabral & José Miguel Silva
Singing coach: Roel van Kerckhoven
Poster 3D picture: Fleur Philipsen
Light and technique: Maarten Jansen
Sound and Technique: Jochum Vrijland
Technical Producer: Bas de Bruijn
Costume design:Maaike Visser
Costume:Maaike Visser, Ellen den Bouwmeester, Jille van de Pas & Nancy Hulst With special thanks to: Rick Huizer – Purple Group – light rental
Production & stage manager: Dorothea Sinnema
ΛVΛLΛNCHE
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Avalanche.
Avalanche Anything
Avalanche anything
Avalanche anything
Avalanche anything
Avalanche anything
Avalanche anything
Avalanche anything
Avalanche anything
Avalanche anything
Avalanche that crushes
Avalanche that cleans
Avalanche that finalises
Avalanche that renews
Avalanche without snow
Avalanche without cold
An avalanche caused by the raw heat of people. ---
I did not notice,
all this time, and I didn’t dare to notice. The pressure was building up,
and I looked the other way.
Why did I not turn my head? Scared to see
the sound of the snow falling. Laugh a bit harder,
to cover my ears. Scared to hear,
felt the ground moving.
If I jump, I won’t feel it.
that
that invades
that invades and
that invades and advances
that invades and advances suddenly
that invades and advances sudden and
that invades and advances suddenly and rapidly.
Scared to feel.
But there it was,
out of nowhere—
except it was there all along.
Don’t look,
don’t listen,
don’t feel.
Don’t feel,
until you’re stuck.
No space,
no choice.
Overwhelmed by the never-ending mass, pressed against my skin —
all alone in the crowd.
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Swing, waltz
Not catching yourself,
Try to stay connected,
Impossible, illegible gestures Emergency
Ask for mercy
When to draw the limits ? My limits? Face it
Don't wait for it to happen
Initiate, shout, push
Make yourself heard, so things change All stirred up,
Confusedly intrigued
Against all values, thoughtless Strength and will
Has true nature spoken?
Rely on yourself
With joy
Feel the contradictions vibrate
Say no, enough
Refuse to participate, but strangely difficult to step aside Lucid savagery
Acid feeling
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Silence is what happens downstream. Downstream signifies the end of a process, an instant,
an intense moment
that upstream doesn’t seem so serious, but which, in
an unexpected,
abrupt,
sudden,
and an almost accidental avalanche, makes the downstream...
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There is intention.
Something so powerful yet soothing about the trembling of the earth.
The connection is gravity.
It’s tumbling downward,
whirring everything that comes in its tracks. The shake, the chaos,
and silence the calm.
Like nothing ever happened.
Nothing ever shifted.
Nothing ever changed.
It’s just the same landscape
in a different form.
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All my life I've been fighting to resist GRAVITY Like a snowflake trying to survive in the AIR Or a bubble made of soap and fragility Floating into a dangerous ATMOSPHERE AVALANCHE
Get up
Wake up
This dead body lying on the ground Find a way to erupt and come up again Carried by an unstoppable spirit
Dancing through FIRE
Sand and waves
From ashes to the rising stars
Making light out of the darkest place
Made of sorrow, anger, and chaos Transforming dust into a spark
After all
AVALANCHE
When the world seems too hard to live in When falling in love is as painful as delightful When pretending is impossible
And collapsing is not an option anymore Everything still remains the same AVALANCHE
How to forget?
Pain and mistakes
Bruises and wounds
Techno parties
Jazz nights
Rock music
Dizziness
Bounce and groove
Fake smiles
Hungry eyes
Every time when my heart breaks
There is an AVALANCHE
Tell me
What should I've known better?
AVALANCHE
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The avalanche would be something powerful, big, emotional, something not fixed or pluriform.
A group movement that moves, connects and disconnects, that is also heavy and weighty.
And finally, something that builds before it deconstructs.
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Excerpts of texts by Heda Cavadore Vieceli, Jasmine Urie, Luana Oliveira, Nis Hagen, Núria Gómez Sarrado, Rayanne Chado, Sampo Stevenson (mentioned in alphabetical order).