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Strong together quidam7/13/2023 At one point there are three levels of ropes going, one within the other, with what seems to be the entire company running in and out of the loops. ![]() Skipping? You’ve never seen skipping like this in any schoolyard. Tanya Burka, who seems to have no bones at all, performs an elegant slow-motion ballet in a long red silk suspended from the gantry. Four Chinese women turn the diabolo, a sort of oriental yo yo, into an astonishing demonstration of precision and control, all the while performing flips and somersaults. What follows is a carnival of world class displays of human strength and agility. He seems an extension of the hoop and the thing takes on a life of its own. Eric Saintonge rolls onto the stage, like some giant hamster, in a huge metal hoop. With a blinding flash of lightening and a crack of thunder we are underway. Quidam invites us back into that world of hope and meaning. Oh alright, it’s not much of a story but there is a universal at work here - we all tend to let the mundane everyday world seduce us away from the wonder we once knew as children. However Zoe is a creative child and out of her imagination comes a whimsical world of wonders that brings them back together. It’s still an eye-filling, mind- blowing experience, with acrobats, clowns and the combination of spectacle and intimate detail we have come to expect from the Canadian-based, world-wide phenomenon.īut Quidam uses its breathtaking physical artistry to tell the story of Zoe, a lonely little girl whose parents are drifting away from her into their own indifferent world. Lights twinkle and smoke drifts, promising enchantments to follow.Ĭirque du Soleil’s Quidam, which opened Wednesday, is somewhat different from Cirque’s other shows. Manage Print Subscription / Tax ReceiptĪs you enter Rexall place, you see a huge, curving gantry that covers the ceiling. ![]() You are like a paper boat put by a child on quiet waters Swim up to me Touch the shore of my awareness gently Nobody knows about us. Our street is not the same Though walls remember us Space of freedom closed in frames Children fix the world with fist It's so sad It's time to escape You used to be my home We'd think up the most terrific stories Making plans and looking the world down the neckline Now something's missing Remember the old bus Waiting for the last moment I drink in memories like fresh air Have I said everything? I had a lot of opportunities What's the aim of being so high?Ĭonstant tension in my head I wake up tangled in words I became a puppet in a theatre of the upper class An actor in an eccentric performance I feel that my independence was The last sunbeam faded I found her again in my town Immersed in her own world Surrounded by a crowd I realized a great change had occurred On the canvas right before herįollow my dreams Don't cover my devotion It's getting dark, it's high time to say everything The truth will come out but I fool myself She was sweet eighteen crying in ![]() I'm so excited We'll surely make it to the top With music that we make I'm so delighted Can't wait to read you're loving it That's how it's got to When nothing seems to change I just go on living out of sight When no one understands My lonely shelter is my way of life In a whirl of thoughts In a sea of wordsīlow just like the warm breeze in dreamland Flow like cooling river Glow just like the sunshine shadowland Don't hide from yourself no more (No more, no more…)
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