The journey of an actor-character who is placed in the gaps between the voice and the word; the performance and the theater; movement and dance; he snorted and the clown, as a metaphor for the trap behind the illusion of being able to swallow everything.
Doesn't stop, doesn't stop. He wants to savor everything. I jump, superficially, on top of things. “You are not still selfish. what a shame. Cover your mouth because your teeth are showing." He became small, little guy… and now he's an expert at pleasing everyone. Taking advantage of its benefits, of couse. A skilled harlequin. Mira'l, jump from here to there avoiding, this way, stop for a moment and observe everything around you. He is happy in fantasy. He dances because he no longer remembers who he is. Nobody remembers. Now he's just trying to get people to look at him. He can do no more. Doesn't stop, doesn't stop. Get seen, even if it still offers a poor image, it frees him from the torturous tyranny of insignificance.”
