Salomé

“J’ai baisé ta bouche, Iokanaan.
Il y avait une âcre saveur sur tes lèvres.
É tait-ce la saveur du sang? …
Mais, peut-être est-ce la saveur de l’amour.
On dit que l’amour a une âcre saveur…
Mais, qu’importe? J’ai baisé ta bouche, Iokanaan,
j’ai baisé ta bouche.“

Salomé’s dance robbed them all of their heads: Herod, her stepfather, Herodias, her mother, John the Baptist and in the end herself. The dance was powerful and so was the dancer, who was offered half a kingdom, which she refused: She would rather have the desert preacher’s head.

Salomé is a trauma of the modern age, a drama of the excessive desire. This love speaks the language of madness and in the murder of the beloved shows humanity stripped naked. A theatre play with puppets, masks and objects, a kaleidoscope of pictures and music from beyond the acknowledged borders of emotion.