Scene No. 14. Dreams and fictions.
Ernesto è vestito elegantemente, addirittura con un fazzolettino di seta che sporge dal taschino della sua giacca. Arriva sul palco con passi lenti, fumando la sua sigaretta come se fosse talmente sicuro di sé da non aver bisogno di altro, se non quel suo sguardo ipnotico, quasi malato, di chi vive delle proprie convinzioni, e non ha bisogno di altro. Continua a fumare con i suoi gesti lenti, la faccia quasi una maschera, si guarda appena un po’ attorno, giusto per rendersi conto della scarsa mobilia da cui è circondato in quella stanza dove adesso si trova, quasi non fosse the dwelling house, the one where her family lives.
In one corner a woman is there, sitting still, says nothing, makes no claim, does not need to hear the voice of Ernesto to know what he thinks, and he simply ignores it, or at least pretend that even there, or not having seen her. She looks into the void, and it is as if he were thinking: what is seen, talk, exchange of opinions around which will probably be in agreement or not? Nor does it make any difference. My thoughts are often accompanied by a rising wind, like kites, and I sometimes get lost along their trajectories. Nobody followed me in these locations, so I stay far from all, from my companion, so, it is inevitable.
The woman gets up, takes two steps forward, stops in front of the audience in darkness, and says in one breath: I'm fine, there's absolutely be concerned, this is my home and here in There is everything in my life I could wish for. Neighbors and friends often stop me on the street, say they are a beautiful lady, full of life and joy, we see from afar that is booming all over me. I say leave, I look down out of shyness, perhaps because it mocks me, though not totally agree, some things I like, even make me blush.
Why would not you agree ", he said without looking, what they see at the bottom of those people, true and correct. Or do you think it is fair to try to pretend something, so that others are not asking you things that may be causing discomfort? In either case is not at all be the person they think, since you say you like some respects, but you can not support them, you do not mind telling the truth, because this seems to come at the expense of something else. Eventually you ask in a cage, and explain, however, you're fine.
She turns slowly toward the elegant dress Ernesto, then back to look people in the dark. There are specific reasons, said weighing his words, but suddenly, after all these years, I feel completely alone. I pulled up this house, this family, but in the end I see that formed a huge distance between me and everyone else. That is perhaps to shun all but the path is not only mine, is the general lack of communication that has brought us this far. Now I'm happy to dream, and pretend that sometimes dreams are reality.
Ernesto comes forward, turns to the audience now with a different expression, throws down his cigarette, moving a hand as to the aid of words that would express, move the trunk, head, looks around, opens his mouth, hangs on the right foot, it stiffens, pulling on the neck, opens his eyes, looking away, to file the darkest the audience in front of him, to all those who are following, which did not lose even a small gesture, and finally, simply remain silent. It closes the curtain.
Bruno Magnolfi - Pictures of Julia Treasury.