Yesterday I received an email from Gabriel Vacis stating that they are trying to Rusteghi. And at night I dream. I dream that I get invited to the theater by my old master, Gabriel precisely, with whom I made my first steps in the theater. In the dream there is no audience but it goes directly to the stage. The stage is dissected by large structures of bamboo, covered with large pieces of jute cloth, rough, from those lots. They move because of a breeze of unknown origin. The structure slowly turns around tessa and I feel the smell of jute every time I touched a dele sails.
to sit where I want: lots of scenes and actors you always see little, hidden and revealed by the sails in motion. Around the structure revolves around an old bicycle wheel on a reciting some chanting softly. Do not fly high, although it does not touch the ground, floating a few inches from the stage. There are portly woman, dressed in fashionable seventeenth century, the maids, nothing pretezioso, no elaborate wig.
There are other spectators. Just for me. I see the darkness that surrounded it already shows, that feeling of being in the most dense universe because something unique is happening right then and there. The air density. I wake up groggy, closes his eyes now, hoping I began to dream of those days.
I Rusteghi , the real one, will debut in Valencia on 12 February. Then
will be in Turin, the Carignano, 22 February and then on tour.
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