|  IYOA' s ADVENTURES - In search of Lady Light | |
| A PHILOSOPHICAL FAIRY TALE for children and adults: music, dialogues, illustrations | |
|  | "I dream that one day,
people will fly above
frontiers, races, politics, sex,
code of cultures, languages, styles,
for to live the truth of their soul"
Metissia' s epigraph |
| Synopsis
For Ms. Light,
he once glimpsed,
IYOA goes a long trip,
where strange encounters await.
Does he will succeed to penetrate their secrets?
Only then its dream will come true... |  |
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Metissia offers you 3 LIVE CONCEPTS
1- the concert + narration
2- the show (duo, trio or quintet)
3- the storyteller: interacting with public |
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| 1- concert + narration |  | from duo to quintet,
the musicians play; sing and tell the tale |
| 2- spectacle (duo, trio or quintet) |  | a show with costumes, lights, sets
- Solo: 1 singing actor
- Duo: 2 singing actors
- Quintet: 1 singer-actress dancer + 1 singer-actor clown + 1 singer-actress acrobat + 1 singer-actress juggler + 1 singer-actor
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| 3- the storyteller: interacting with public |  | 1 storyteller invites the audience to tell the tale,
play the characters, and sing the songs;
all together in a dynamic and humorous interaction
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| extract in French (original version) |  Intro
DANS LES JARDINS DU MONDE...
Dans les jardins du Monde où les enfants innocents vivent en paix,
sautillant gaiement tout autour de la terre, inconscients de part quel tumulte ils vivent sur cette terre,
du cri de leurs chants, soudain, s´échappe l´un d´eux.
Il a apercu une lumière qui, l´espace d´un instant, l´innonde de ses rayons mystérieux.
LA CHANSON DE MADAME LUMIÈRE ( version onomatopées )
Min chao da im darri, Min chao mande il di. (x 2)
Mango in ja i, si ya na o, Mango in ja i, si ya no a. (x 2)
IYOA se sent alors si bien qu´il se met à suivre Madame Lumière.
Marchant la tête au ciel, pour lui plus rien d´autre n´existe.
— Bonjour Madame Lumière. Que vous êtes belle !
Fasciné par sa beauté, il cherche à l´approcher.
— Moi, je m´appelle IYOA. Mon papa m´appelle I, ma maman m´appelle O, ma maîtresse m´appelle A, mes amis m´appellent IYOA.
Mais Madame Lumière, bien trop haute, ne l´entend pas.
Elle s´en va déjà.
— Attends-moi ! crie-t-il.
Il court, de plus en plus vite, pour ne pas la perdre, et cela, pendant des heures, mais en vain….
Madame Lumière s´éloigne toujours...peu à peu, elle disparaît, et tout devient sombre, sans vie.
Rien. Pas un bruit, pas une lueur.
— J´ai peur...! il se met à pleurer.
— Je me sens si seul. Oh ! Oh ! Il n´y a personne ?
Ne sachant trop que faire, sur un caillou il s´assied.
Fatigué, il s´endort.
Chapitre 1
LA TRAVERSÉE DU DÉSERT
Soudain, une voix l´interpelle.
— Bonjour, il est déjà matin. Réveille-toi !
Sous ses yeux, un paysage inconnu, fait de sable et de pierres.
— Et bien, tu ne réponds pas ?
A ses pieds, un petit animal tout gris.
— Mais au fait, que fais-tu donc là ?
Tu n´appartiens pas au peuple du désert. Je ne t´y ai jamais vu.
IYOA s´étonne.
— Bonjour..., c´est toi qui me parle ?
— Oui, vois-tu quelqu´un d´autre ici ?
— Chez nous les animaux ne parlent pas, dit-il timidement.
— Oui, mais je ne suis pas un animal comme les autres. Je suis Monsieur le Varan Gris : le Magicien du Désert. Et toi, qui es-tu ?
— Moi, je m´appelle IYOA.
LA CHANSON D' IYOA
IYOA, je m´appelle IYOA.
Mon papa m´appelle I,
Ma maman m´appelle O,
Ma maîtresse m´appelle A,
Mes amis m´appellent IYOA.
...et je me suis perdu », dit-il en sanglotant.
Monsieur le Varan gris, de nature très affectueuse, grimpe sur son épaule et lui chatouille l´oreille.
— Sèche tes larmes mon enfant. Je suis là pour t´aider.
IYOA, rassuré, se met à l´écouter.
— Vois-tu, mon travail est de me promener dans le Désert. Mon papa faisait ce métier là, et mon grand-père aussi.
C´est moi qui redonne courage aux enfants perdus comme toi, pour qu´ils puissent continuer leur chemin jusqu´au pays de leurs rêves.
As-tu un rêve IYOA ?
— Oh oui, je voudrais que Madame Lumière devienne mon amie. Elle est si jolie !
Quand je la vois, je crois que je peux voler comme elle. Mais, quand elle n´est plus là, je me sens si petit.
— Un jour, IYOA, tu reverras Madame Lumière. Comme un oiseau quitte son nid, tu t´envoleras toi aussi.
— Tu crois ?
— Oui, j´en suis certain...Tu vois ce chemin ?
— Oui ?
— C´est celui qui mène à Madame Lumière. Si tu le prends, que tu y crois, et que jamais tu ne t´arrêtes, alors un jour, tu la trouveras.
Au creux de son oreille, Monsieur le Varan Gris murmure encore :
— C´est le chemin de la Foi, la force de croire. Il éteindra les peurs qui t´empêchaient d´avancer, et qui au désert t´avaient enchaîné.
IYOA se met en marche.
Sous ses pieds, le sol défile au rythme de ses pas.
Et alors que le Magicien a déjà disparu, on entend sa voix encore lui parler :
LA CHANSON DU VARAN GRIS
(Le Varan)
Cours, ou le vent te mène,
Voles, au-dessus des chaînes,
Vers l' horizon qui se lève,
Vas, vers ta destinée.
Iyoa, toujours plus léger, ne cesse de fredonner :
(Iyoa)
Lentement d´un pas hésitant,
En avant, toujours droit devant,
Sautillant et puis galopant,
Chantonnant courageusement. |
| English translation (from google) | Intro
IN THE GARDENS OF THE WORLD...
In the gardens of the World where innocent children live in peace,
hopping happily all around the earth, unaware of the turmoil they experience on this earth,
from the cry of their songs, suddenly, one of them escapes.
He glimpses a light which, for a moment, floods him with its mysterious rays.
LADY LIGHT'S SONG (onomatopoeic version)
Min chao da im darri, Min chao mande il di. (x 2)
Mango in ja i, si ya na o, Mango in ja i, si ya no a. (x 2)
IYOA then feels so good that he begins to follow Lady Light.
Walking with his head to the sky, for him nothing else exists. — Hello, Madame Lumière. How beautiful you are!
Fascinated by her beauty, he tries to approach her.
— My name is IYOA. My dad calls me I, my mom calls me O, my teacher calls me A, my friends call me IYOA.
Google translation
But Madame Lumière, much too loud, doesn't hear him.
She's already leaving.
— Wait for me! he shouts.
He runs, faster and faster, so as not to lose her, and this for hours, but in vain…
Madame Lumière moves further and further away... little by little, she disappears, and everything becomes dark, lifeless.
Nothing. Not a sound, not a glimmer of light.
— I'm scared...! he starts to cry.
— I feel so alone. Oh! Oh! Is there no one there?
Not knowing what to do, he sits down on a rock.
Tired, he falls asleep.
Chapter 1
CROSSING THE DESERT
Suddenly, a voice calls out to him.
"Good morning, it's already morning. Wake up!"
Before his eyes, an unfamiliar landscape of sand and stones.
"Well, aren't you answering?"
At his feet, a small, gray animal.
"But by the way, what are you doing here?"
"You don't belong to the desert people. I've never seen you here."
Iyoa is surprised.
"Good morning... are you talking to me?"
"Yes, do you see anyone else here?"
"In our country, animals don't talk," he says timidly.
"Yes, but I'm not an animal like the others." I am Mr. Grey Monitor Lizard: the Wizard of the Desert. And you, who are you?
— My name is IYOA.
IYOA'S SONG
IYOA, my name is IYOA.
My dad calls me I,
My mom calls me O,
My teacher calls me A,
My friends call me IYOA.
...and I got lost,” he says, sobbing.
Mr. Grey Monitor Lizard, very affectionate by nature, climbs onto his shoulder and tickles his ear.
— Dry your tears, my child. I'm here to help you.
IYOA, reassured, begins to listen to him.
— You see, my job is to walk in the Desert. My dad did that job, and so did my grandfather. It's me who gives courage to lost children like you, so that they can continue on their way to the land of their dreams.
Do you have a dream, IYOA?
— Oh yes, I would like Madame Lumière to become my friend. She's so pretty!
When I see her, I think I can fly like her. But when she's gone, I feel so small.
— One day, IYOA, you will see Madame Lumière again. Like a bird leaving its nest, you too will fly away.
— Do you think so?
— Yes, I'm sure of it... Do you see this path?
— Yes?
— It's the one that leads to Madame Lumière. If you take it, believe in it, and never stop, then one day you will find her.
In her ear, Mr. Grey Monitor whispers again:
— It is the path of Faith, the strength to believe. He will extinguish the fears that prevented you from moving forward, and that had chained you in the desert.
Iyoa sets off.
Under her feet, the ground moves in time with her steps.
And while the Magician has already disappeared, we hear his voice still speaking to her:
THE SONG OF THE GREY LIQUID MONKEY
(The Lizard)
Run, where the wind takes you,
Fly, above the chains,
Towards the rising horizon,
Go, towards your destiny.
Iyoa, ever lighter, never stops humming:
(Iyoa)
Slowly, with a hesitant step,
Forward, always straight ahead,
Hopping and then galloping,
Singing courageously.
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| SUBJECT AND OBJECTIVE | To pass on the essential keys to the Art of Living
to children on the path to Happiness.
A tale about inner balance and personal development.
Because I am convinced that it is individual balance
that creates global balance.
A tale for ages 3 to 100
that introduces children and regenerates adults (Metissia) |
PERFORMANCE PRICE | €250 net per artist
Show duration: 60 min |
BOOK and CD | CD: 42 min
Dialogues, songs, atmosphere
BOOK: 104 pages
with magnificent illustrations |
ARTIST | Metissia:
Author, composer, singer
actress and illustrator
PRESSBOOK & BIOGRAPHY | |
PURCHASE | BOOK + CD PRICE: 20 euros
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ARTISTS who participated in the creation of the CD | singer
J.E. Rousselon & Metissia
arranged by
Jacques-Emmanuel Rousselon
www.jacquesemmanuelrousselon.com
Thanks to
Kellyn Burlaud (voice of Iyoa)
Pascal Edouard (violin)
P.-A. Gillard (percussion) |
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