I HAD NEVER DECIDED TO FLY

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Text and direction Pierpaolo Saraceno

with Pierpaolo Saraceno and Umberto Guttoriello
Fruciano Concept Music
Lights Matteo Filidoro
Photo Francesco Falciola
Onirika del Sud production

 

We enter... a room, a place where the "carbonari" constantly carry out their work. An empty place with a small bow of a bright ship in the center. What will that bow ever be ... a great hope? Peace with yourself? An end? There is an endless journey of a man, who accidentally enters that dark but warm room, a journey overseas around those terrible conditions of the ancient emigrants. A trip from Sicily to Buenos Aires. The room we enter is the room of sweat, second thoughts and regrets. It is the place where the soul of two poor men, with big dreams, pauses for a moment before tearing itself away from the body. A fortune teller looks through the cards at what this man, named Ciccio, has in mind. He clearly reads the latter's thought: that life is the most precious thing .. Life is a race towards the new continent. “Compà” is the key word, a sign of a great friendship. The mad and desperate attempt to reach the end, before death, to show themselves capable of the hard and tiring fight with this life. Which of the two? Who is the chosen one? Who's next? And above all because it will be the turn of those who do not want to go beyond the clouds, those who have never stopped, those who constantly feed ideas, discoveries, projects? Between Ciccio and Salvatore there is a great irony, a great game, a lot of music and a desire to expand their art elsewhere. The fortune teller knows everything, even how it will end, constantly referring every single point to Santina, Ciccio's girlfriend, that woman not present on the scene, to whom she addresses Everything is in constant motion: the gestures, the memories, the words of comfort. , the remorse, desires and cravings for something strange. That is a ship, on which we could dream of a new life, before arriving under the waters of that great ocean, where the hearts of those innocent souls still beat.