Finally that time has arrived.
Sun shine, the bags are packed, Hakuraku house is really calm and peaceful, all around someone is sleeping, reading, writing, on the background Boyama dah San is playing for birds is kora music.
Today is our last day in Nishiwaga and also last holiday (or maybe will be better to say holy-day ) before performing time in Tokyo; our precious MA before sharing with others not just our performance, but rather the long and intense process that gives birth to it. From one self, to our circle, to everybody.
It reminds me of Cavafis's poem Ithaca ...the journey itself is sometimes more important than the destination. Ithaca, pushes us along the way, thanks to Ithaca we live, we fight, we love, we savor distant perfumes, discover faces and souls, we feel the river flow and the rain slip on our body. And when finally we reached her, she will have already given us much more than her wells ... she has already given us the journey and new eyes.
And I will add, for what good is such journey if we don’t tell about it to anyone, if it is not useful to someone? For what good it is if we cannot whisper with love our story to someone and for a while make him able to fly far away among the greats landscapes we explored and make him feel the strong desire to leave himself searching for his own Ithaca?
It is for that I respect our director. Before anything else he is an unbelievable believer and dreamer, with enough strength, tenacity and confidence to move reality. He has involved us in his dream asking us to put inside of it, our own dreams, our best feelings and imaginations for us and for this world. At the same he never stops to encourage us to believe in dreams and above all to feel and imagine with them in each moment, in each action of our lives, as performers and as human beings.
My generation is so lucky compared with my parent’s generation. Our “produzione materiale dell esistenza ”, our basics needs were almost assured. The work of many generations allowed us to have the time to doubt, imagine and dream. What a chance we have in such complex and hard historical moment, at the same time full of great possibilities? Paradoxically sometime we seems lost in this big chance. Of course! Dreams have no defined way. We will be like a river, searching and digging our way to the sea. Nobody will tell us how to do, nobody can really help us. We cannot blame anyone for our successes or failures, for what we done or not done. Unknown forests make feel fear. But we are such a great miracle! If we could remember it every day…
Why I'm here among these stars, shaken by this east wind? Well, for that! Because I feel so lucky and grateful. I feel that many generations have worked hard to give me this sacred flame with a confident smile, I feel responsible, I’d like to give it back, to feed it, to expand it to the whole world, I would not waste anything, many times I don’t know the way, sometimes I’m afraid to not find ... but if not this sense what sense otherwise for a human being?
Persons unknown from all over the Japan and the inner world have met here in the Far East, driven by a joyful wind. We spent a month together 24h a day, a month that seems like a lifetime and at the same time one day. I find it impossible to do a rewind of this time, it was so full of joy, sharing, life and energy. We met speechless and we loved without a cause, or perhaps there is a cause ... the dream, de desire to create beauty and love.
A performance does not exist without a dream, without the confidence to make it real. A performance does not exist without its creation process, this great and mysterious collective process of materialization of an imaginary and especially it doesn’t exist without ardent dreamers.
A performance is temporary and fragile moment of “Phanos” apparition. It cannot be for itself or in itself.
This performance does not exist without this month we intensely lived together creating and imagining, beyond ourselves, beyond forms, a performance and a life both full of love and humanity, full of dreams and hopes ... and it will have meaning only if we will be able to share it with others, exactly as in life.
Our Ithaca would like to be the starting point, an inspiration for the Ulysses who lives in everyone to joint is onw Ithaca…
Night has fallen down, good night dreamers ...
(Nicla)
