30th Roar : beneath the stars of the Creole archipelagos

The thirtieth Errobiko Festibala is already coming to an end! The time has come: the time of joyful embers. Those that stretched the skins struck by burning sticks, and set ablaze the brass raised toward the moon.
We act in Atharri, and we think with the world.
From the depths of Brazil’s Nordeste rise the percussions orchestrated by Fawzi Berger: ancient beats, native and Afro-descendant pulses, songs to the stars, calls to gather the living. The earth is red.
Raphaël Quenehen’s brass instruments split the air like birds of prey, and blow: full sail ahead! Meanwhile, Paxkal Indo’s fires open passageways between the night, the stars, and the moon.
In the middle advances the mysterious “caboclo de lança,” a mythical figure of Brazil’s popular carnivals. He is the brightly colored guardian of creolized imaginaries, those in which the sacred dances with the popular. Around him, the festival’s artists play and whirl: the voices, the songs, the rediscovered dance steps, in a joyful madness that, for one night, breaks the walls and chains that confine us.
There are you, there are us, and all those who one day dreamed, sang, danced. For this parade is not a procession. It is a crossing, a utopia beating to the rhythm of drums and rooted Creole breaths.
Thirty years already, and still the same need for light, for an unruly sisterhood in the face of colonizing ideas. This crossing is an offering, offered to the beauty of the night, to those who one day invented Errobiko Festibala, to those who have died, to those who are alive, and to all those who will continue this march we dreamed of.