A piece of bodily resistance and living memory.
There are bodies that sit to disappear, and there are bodies that sit to remain.
This is the story of one who, without saying it, chose to stay.
Fragile is not a work about old age.
It is a work about what breaks when a society does not know how to look back.
About the fragility as a territory of resistance.
About a man who can no longer be clearly named, but does not allow others to name him.
About the time that passes, and the question of what remains of us when no one listens to us anymore.
There are no characters. There are presences: a body that resists the attacks of “the other”, —society—that insists on ordering it, reduce it, park it, sanctify or erase it.
through the body, the silence, the tremor, the bolero, the scream and finally the stillness, Fragile traces a journey towards the “I” as a disputed territory.
The old body does not respond with words, but with movement.
Every gesture is a refutation. Every breath, a political statement.
Fragility stops being a state of weakness and becomes a place of strength., of truth and rebellion.
