Two women who inhabit the human aspect of waiting, its shape, its structure and its limits. An everyday object that organizes their ways of acting in an unusual space that disrupts its function, its correct and effective use. Bodies  fragile despite their muscles, unstable despite balancing on another body and on an object suspended several meters high. Bodies that, no matter how human they become, retain their animal traits that pulsate to come out, and are contained, and pulsate, and are contained, and so on. And there it remains to resist the temptation to merge, the illusion of returning to unity, the confusion with the mass. In any case: an act of happy regression that is not exempt from violence in animality that dissolves the human. Is the technification of the acrobatic body advancing? towards its disarmament, towards its disarticulation as a stable substance and currency. Pure technique or forgetting it... what paths are left between the two poles that tend to become stereotypes of the body?