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Let us traverse the chapters of this poem which is Zarathoustra. The dance returns there unceasingly, like a spiritual and physical obsession at the same time, which forces us to think. But how to think without dancing, how to understand anything with the existence without this rhythmic movement connected to deepest to be it.
May this ballet is thus through this genius, an them with the human body dancing beyond Centuries, Races and Civilizations.
Like the title of one of the songs of Zarathoustra, may this ballet be: