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La Langue du feu

samedi 24 août14:45Salle MoulinageConsulter la séance
vendredi 23 août21:15Salle MoulinageConsulter la séance

Informations

Année : 2024

Pays de production : Algérie, France, Qatar

Durée : 94mn

Format : HD

Générique

Réalisation : Tarek Sami
Image : Tarek Sami
Montage : Julie Borvon
Son : Lucie Deche
Production : L’Argent

Synopsis

Il faisait nuit en moi. Quelque part dans le monde mon être intérieur se fendait en deux, l’un qui cherchait son lieu dans le sud, l’autre qui cherchait son autre dans le nord. Entre les deux pôles, des graduations de lumière sur les visages de ceux que je suivais, des nomades d’un monde qui ne tourne plus rond. Leur rencontre entretient le feu de la vie.

It was night inside of me. Somewhere in the world, my being was torn in two, one was searching for his place in the south, the other in the north. Between the two poles, a range of lighting on the faces I have followed, nomads from a world that has stopped making sense. Meeting them has kept the fire of life burning.