The seed a poem by Giaconda Belli:

Jump on the rough ... the hopscotch squares

    One foot, other foot

    The groove that separates days is an abyss ...

The seed is a question: Who am I?

The show is a search for the essence that is in each one of us, we looked at the masks we built to get rid of them.

The piece is built around a thread, a thread ... life to live, life lived ... a woman and the network of threads of her life, a woman all masks,

with their rebirths and deaths. construction and deconstruction.

The show combines physical theater with dance and video.

In the show there is a progression towards abstraction language in a deliberate search for nakedness

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