Program
1.– The audience terrace of the Moonlight
by Claude Debussy
2.– Bandages (the violator is… are… was… were…)
by Valeria Valle
On texts of «A violator in your path» of Las Tesis and texts of the contingency. (Vew text)
3.– « Outdoors » suite, 2nd notebook
by Béla Bartók
I Night music
II Pursuit (or The Hunt)
4.– Suite « Impacto » for piano and pots *
I The night is boiling (curfew)
by Cristina Vilallonga
II Reportage
by Nicolas Tzortzis, about testimonial texts (View texts)
III Eyes
by Esteban Benzecry
IV Marrichihueu
by Marco Pérez-Ramírez
V Contodosinopaké
by Ramón Gorigoitía. For piano and electronic.
VI Reñma
(frontwards) by Hèctor Parra. Poetry by Leonel Lienlaf. Translation from spanish by: Benoît Santini. (View texts)
VII The earth is your mother
by Andrian Pertout. For piano, toy piano and eletronic. From texts of Leila Salazar-López (View texts)
5.– Images 1st notebook
by Claude Debussy
I Reflections in the water
II Tribute to Rameau
III Movement
* Nota bene: The Impacto Suite is a work in progress. The contributions of: Gabriela Ortiz, Macarena Rosmanich, Philippe Leroux, Jeremías Iturra, Patricio Wang, Luis Naón, Daniel Osorio and Félix Cárdenas are in the course of composition.
Show duration: 1h30
Texts in use
Bandages (the violator is… are… was… were…)
by Valeria Valle
Texts of «A violator in your path» by Las Tesis and texts of contingency.
Bandages (the violator is… are… was… were…)
We are in a true oasis
Report without hesitation, another way to fight
Patriarchy is a judge who judges us for being born
It’s femicide
We are at war against a powerful, implacable enemy
The violator is you
And it wasn’t my fault neither was it the place where I was nor what I was wearing
Reportage
by Nicolas Tzortzis
Testimony of a victim
Reportage
The policeman grabs me by the hair
And he drags me to the van
And they started making fun of me
that I was going to lose my sight
one eye less
I have the buckshot here inside
I looked at him
He pointed at my face
They point right at your face
And you get shot, and you get shot, and you get shot
Reñma (frontwards)
by Hector Parra
Poetry by Lionel Lienlaf
Frontwards
Trepel pewma (frightened chants)
Startled is my heart, sister
because evil spirits
they have frightened my songs
Kuruf (Wind)
over the fields with cut down trees
distressed
the wind turns;
on dust and ashes
dragging the nests
where the birds dreamed
The wind
went crazy among the rocks
because in his ears
no longer arrives
the soft song of the trees
The earth is your mother
by Andrian Pertout.
Texts by Leila Salazar-López
The earth is your mother
The indigenous people
they are the best protectors of the Amazon jungle
and the biodiversity of our planet…
because they have spiritual and cultural connections
intrinsic with the earth