Essaouira, on a summer night …
The vibrations of the Guembri strings flare up the ancient resins burning in the brazier
The rhythm of the castanets light up the sacred flame. Lalla Mira hammers the zellige beneath her bare feet, leaps like a wild animal, turns around herself, her arms open towards the starry sky.
The deep perfume of her dancing hair blends with the essences infused by the lemon trees on the patio. The frontiers of the real world are dissipating to give way to a full state of trance…