My father was a partisan‚ and if he fought with a gun in his hands‚ losing his blood‚ I fight‚ in this world of silicone optimism‚ continuously reaffirming frailty‚ doubt‚ the feeling of being lost and the search for a state of awareness free from any tinsel. The courage to love‚ to renounce; the awareness of being an outsider; the courage to have no certainties‚ to face an audience; the courage of Clown Grok to try the stunt that’s obviously impossible for him; the unaware courage of the young boy who throws himself amongst a thousand dangers; the courage to dream.
The scene shifts between an imaginary empty room‚ a yard and a small circus arena ( giving birth to a proper chamber concert for three dancers and a grand piano).
Pasatua‚ who is one or three‚ Pa‚ Sa and Tua‚ lives there. In this ”where” the ritual of the show of the ineffable is celebrated: simple acts‚ stunts‚ events come out‚ transparently appear and take place as in a circus of shyness‚ wonder‚ innocence and‚ at the end‚ of very little‚ but so much for the soul.

Giorgio Rossi

Cabaret of innocence – Clowns of the silence