<p>Along his work with the company, Montanaro also writes for theatre and cinema &ndash; a work that he naturally integrates in his multidisciplinary approach to the arts.  &laquo; My Provence is going from Istanbul to Medellin. My sing flies from Poznam to Oujda, from Thessalonique to Bogot&aacute;. There is only one song of love, life, freedom&hellip; It is always the same claim for revolt, happiness, sorrow&hellip; It is always the same music of indignation, curiosity and fraternity&hellip; It is the same story that flows, the same saga that develops on his way, the same mirror that reflects the person who looks at itself. It is the same wheel that carries on its way, the same rock that laminates prejudices, the same pebble that polishes with every encounter. I am not a lounge &laquo; mixer &raquo;; from the bombed Gaza, from Medellin, from deprived areas where we find more guns than guitars, in Soweto, from Big Voice Jack, I used my Gaboulet like a wand to open doors, hearts and minds. &raquo;      Miqueu Montanaro</p>