This is where our play begins: in the moment following the dismantling of a kind, where you stop looking back and realizing that we have lost in pursuing something. .. starts like a dream, in which flashes of color and music to revive an old theater and variety shows, perhaps ready to accommodate a warehouse, perhaps a small supermarket. And these presences read inhabitants of an area otherwise anonymous, with a shimmering powder puff, revived
glitter and sequins, showgirls and singers, forget the commedia dell'arte masks and clothes fluffy. .. trailed a pair of presenters rehearsed and "very special" is happening on the stage in the theater singers do not sing, wizards improvised, some actors' strolling players and showgirls outside the box, creating a whirlwind of laughter and nostalgia poetry, ancient images but never forget, all wrapped in an air that makes the images a bit 'blurry, but still more colorful, more and more frenzied and alive.
lives up to the end of the dream, when you can just turn on the light and focus to realize that everything that we have seen, heard and believed the truth, nothing remains except the echo of a nostalgic Pulcinella who does not surrender, as the taste of sugar in coffee, which is not seen but it feels more ......
" Archaeology of the present, as some would call it, this is dedicated to artists, orphans of the theaters, are back with their luggage in the dusty road, maybe unconsciously resuming an ancient journey. " Salvatore Frasca
Li Dust off us, then, their sciasse and their vests.
resumed their piripisse and goose feathers.
We go our bustier, we powdered the face well, and we are on the scene.
This time we prefer to laugh.
and laugh at our faults, this one is worse in the past does not mean that we take less seriously.
As we have said, "Who chiagne fuck 'to those who ride, and who is the peak, in Naples, is ominous ...
Carmela Esposito
