‘Coca-Cola Pepsi-Cola’ or even closer to the feeling ‘Incalcita Descalcita’
“How long has it been?” 12 days for me, more for others, more to come I would hope..but only 3 more to come actually. Adrenaline in a growing up child. I go home after a night performance (and some after talks) full of energy, my heart beats louder and thoughts invade. Alive. Then I dream lots of crowded colored mixed gestures, persons, sensations of the day, Laur turning into a boy I met in my childhood, Andreea Duta showing me a cardboard with a message like:..It’s a minus more than a plus..something about our passing through the other world, I sit somewhere i am not allowed to, I see a show with old people looking to the future and than a fat boy jumping and ruining the atmosphere and the show ends very fast. Funny. The limited amount of time we have together INSIDE.
Now I want to tell you how it goes, up there on the roof. We jump. At the beginning the sun burns, sounds as we hit the metal roof. Every time we set our feet on the roof it begins. I lay down on my back, Laur begins playing the ocarina (better every day), birds fly, hidroelectrica so inappropriate in the view, the tiles on the roof like turkish coins, clouds, the roof’s slope, I hear andreea and katia’s voices so weirdly intresting “haaaai..haiiii”, making it more obvious that the thing repeats itself(I feel it less when I perform..), then I hear cosmin and maria giving a lively panic perspective to the whole moment, something is going to happen. Later on the sun slowly sets, it gets colder, now I see andreea or katia’s silhouette projected on the wall, a wall that has a door in the middle with no access. And the silhouette goes towards the door! Amazing picture! And they continue singing, and Laur also, and I continue lying down, absorbing. Feeling great. Frumos ce sa mai..The spectators come down with alexandra and the umbrella giving me the sensation that we are cursed to go over and over again through the pain that the mum died (I don’t feel it repeats while performing, strange). Wonderful and also frightening exactly for the fact that it repeats itself. Giving a broken cold feeling that the fact has lost any sense it had. Like when you repeat a word over and over again and it loses sense. It becomes something you don’t understand anymore.
Haunting souls signs. Up the stairs, while passing, I heard a little girl’s voice crying, it’s the girl the old lady in the weaving workshop brought to..i don’t know, then this old lady drops her fork and we can hear that as if she dropped it next to us.
I have napkins all over, in the pitcher, on the radiator, behind a door’s grill.
I love it.
I haven’t felt so inspired in a long time. Feeling that I have to talk about something I have in mind, before I implode. Love workin’ in such a relaxed, intense team. Happy I met everybody!
Today Oscar and Mathilda came to see us. We are starting in 20 minutes. Sunny. Today I am two hurting knees. Fastumgel doesn’t work. I see the second part of the second scene, at last! I have toma’s voice. ‘We have been seen!’ Great! So funny! And coming from between life and death, this scene is what I need! Perfect light. The weavery. Is the old lady not coming today?
Ooo..the length of my post. Should have made a drawing instead!