On the dune where the exhausted sand sighs, two lounging bodies meet, snuggle, mingle and hope for each other, in the vast sleeping sun. A sort of loving struggle, a leapfrog, an erotic and spiritual hide-and-seek, an astral orbe, a chase to trap the mayfly (the beauty will be convulsive). Women’s bodies that are white as a dune, like the moon, hourglasses, stones that roll in the trough of a wave, in a cold spell, forever. One, two roses, a rise of the two.

Circus and choreography, wheels an...