A luminous piece in which the scenic space wavers under the multiplicity of luminous flashes, raising the opposite of an affirmation of identity: emptiness, suspension. A hundred long, shimmering blades, evoking the threat hanging over our heads, point at the performers' bodies and escape throughout the work, freeing the space in a kaleidoscopic shimmer. Donne-moi quelque chose qui ne meurt pas (Give me something that doesn't die), an intriguing title and a quest for the impossible, suspends the gestures of the five dancers in unison. Between military marches, recumbent rave parties and hijacked popular farandole, the group seeks to extricate itself from gravity, to open up a space where dance can rediscover its crystalline movement, its embodied gestures, its vocation for emancipation and its jubilation. The live music conjures up a universe that oscillates between popular memory and the artistic avant-garde, giving this dance of struggle and resistance to the world around us all its jubilant power.