TOI MOI NOUS

Pop ballads

Young audience from three years, three months and three days.

Where will it be a question of a hunt for words, time, a strong desire to grow, the name of your mother, the arctic tern, ice cream, travel, a lousy head , Wolof, songs we love, thousand angues to say "goodbye", of you, me, us ... among others.

Each of us is unique. Each followed a unique route. And yet, here we are together. Here and today. You. Me. We. And everything that binds us. Everything that keeps us away What we are up against What we are mixing for. You, you were born in a song. I was born in a song. A song, like you, but not the same song. You, your mom, were singing songs to you when you were a baby. When I was a baby, my mom used to sing songs to me. But not the same songs as you. But not the same mom as you. You, when you sing your mom's song, I do not understand everything, but I love to sing it with you. In what language do you, your mom's song? Me, when I sing the song of my mom, you do not understand everything but you too, you sing it with me. Do you know the language of Mom's song? All these words, stories and sounds are mixed up. Most often it makes us laugh. Sometimes it makes us a little sad too. We do not always know why. We, when we sing together the songs of our moms, it makes a new song that is nothing but us. We, when we invented this song just for us, we have only one desire: to sing it for others.