Oh Peter, hello. Goodbye. - Prima di domani

Oh Peter, hello. Goodbye.

Here is the greeting you were meant to become.

I awaited him with understanding because in all our things there were sentences and redemptions.

Included within is the desire to which I had to return and which I should have kept. A firm control of aspirations is necessary in order not to become a victim of them. You are without a siege, and I am no longer a smile but winter.

Cover yourself too.

You said that every body seeks, calls, must be fulfilled.

True, here is the ritual to go.

I feel that you want to drag me into your space but I have chosen to make me return to myself, in symbiosis

with my broad gestures and without constraints. Until they are fulfilled, we will act as guards for ours

sleep but standing in profile, to give access to nightmares.

Then I will open my hands as in my own space, without having yours around trying to take a last close look
 

Coreography Laura Matano

Interpreters Diletta Antolini, Melissa Bortolotti, Francesco Corvino

Light design Gessica Germini

 

 

Prima di domani

Surrendering to the earth with an exhausted gesture, the body is transformed into a closed century.

Let it go.

Intensity, delicacy, violence, sincerity, intimacy.

Welcome everything again and take care of it. A game that never ends.

Each time, pain is a great discovery. Shining, like a black star.

Something is missing, you start living without it, as you search for the vanishing point of life.

Scrape empty words, invent a new language, derive by subtraction.

It is fear that which comes but comes with courage.

Power. And courage.

They are needed.

To learn again where the cardinal points are and then the exact vertical.

To get the balance right again.

You devour existence.

You twist yourself.

A twist that digs the side, necessary to re-emerge. Meanwhile, a careless and in its own way hospitable weeping flows.

And you walk, you go on in the disorder of destiny, you obey the failure of time that falls on you without you being able to stop it.

It affects us all.

An obligatory, obligatory passage, there is no escape, no escape, the bridge has collapsed.

Counts the hours, the minutes.

Count the seconds.

In fact, look, hold your head with your hand when you hear too much noise inside.

Take your time.

Constrained state of necessity.

That's right, you have to go through it before tomorrow.

And from tomorrow on, don't forget it anymore.

 

Coreography Laura Matano

Coreography Assistant Sabrina Rigoni

Interpreters Diletta Antolini, Melissa Bortolotti, Noemi Garofalo, Sabrina Rigoni

Visual Art Jessica Incerti Telani

Scenes Cinzia Macis

Dramturgy Stefano Masotti

Light Design Gessica Germini

 

ph. Elena Bianchi