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It
s a snap music and danced on motherhood.
An
amused look, tender,conscious, authentic about this state
of mother
that can lead us to rethink life, that we give, the one
we follow ...
She arrives, overwhelmed, draft, stirring the laundry.
Life
line as we become mothers. A child, children, a time longer.
Large gap between bliss and terrible dizziness
."Wait
a child"? The surprise, the strangeness of the body
of the woman who wears, fantastic support for a happy dance.
Becoming
a mother and find his animal, its violence, be surprised,
again, a new sensuality.
Swing
on a stripper, hammering a tarantella of hell, swaying in
a rocky blues, rock wrapped in a rough just follow the odyssey
of a woman in the great adventure of the flesh from every
angle.
Mechtilde Keryhuel, director. |
