Nur

<p>In a town in the East which enchants him and drags him well beyond the disreputable exoticism which he had feared a man meets a woman and the love which then takes them by surprise threatens to carry everything away. Secretly he calls her Nur which means only in German and is pronounced like the word for light in Arabic. Only her only them only their bodies only a few days only that. Only the radiance of their meeting a conflagration a future overturned. In a bedroom at the centre of a town devastated by war they live the intensity of each instant of their impossible ephemeral absolute love. With the lacerating poetry of this text Arnaud Rykner brings to life a sensual voice pulsating and pure in order to speak of the mysterious alchemy of passion and the urgent need to give oneself up to it.</p>