The fight is a game of powers and wills. When seeing two pressured bodies, pushing one another,
with real intentions, following the impulse of confrontation and never giving up,
the spectator is put back into a certain innocence.
The aim of a fight is a very simple one: to defeat the other.
When the energetic body of the performer gets torn apart and falls,
when it gets lost and disorientated in its own perplexity, we are talking then about rupture.
A cruel and beautiful snapshot capture of that emotional tearing.
Emerged from abyss, a man tries to put together a broken and helpless body.
With an indecent clumsiness, he transports it, examines it, and tries to recompose it. In reality,
what seemed clumsiness is ineptitude and abuse.
Before the fragility of an inert body, this physical and emotional ineptitude of the man
decomposes the one who looks, offering a pathetic image of love, of loss and of broken wills.