new creation 

from an idea by: Giorgio Rossi
with: Amina Amici, Marta Lucchini, Emanuel Rosenberg and Giorgio Rossi
dramatic consultant: Mira Andriolo
video: Mauro Carulli
original Music: Michele Rabbia
lights: Alessia Massai and Valeria Scozzafava
costume: Roberta Vacchetta
text: P. Neruda, I. Calvino, C. Pavese, V. Nijinsky and E. Ragazzoni



co-production: Sosta Palmizi 2007; La Corte Ospitale di Rubiera (RE);
Fabbrica Europa (Florence)
supported by the: Ministero per i Beni e le Attività Culturali
preview: 14th April 2007 Teatro Herberia - Corte Ospitale, Rubiera

Fragments of vital moods and little existential illuminations are shown through spoken, danced played and imagined poetry. An open space, where the intimacy of single figures and relationships happens with the simplicity of listening, searching to reveal the mysterious particles of life. 
Giorgio Rossi

How can we understand something in the world outside us? The first thing is to have a look, to watch what is in the external world... There is an observer that has eyes, then beyond him, there are things. Imagine that the observer is a window, a transparent glass. What is beyond the window? There is the world. And on this side of the window? What is there? Still the world. What else could there be? Given that there is the world on both sides of the window, perhaps the Self is nothing other than the window through which the world sees itself. To watch itself, the world needs the eyes of its watcher.... 
Enrico Bellone
 

Rami, come quando fuori piove suddenly reveals what everyone knows and is, without the need for conditions, without seeking metaphor and symbol: everything is real in the nearly total abstraction of gesture and narration, not made of casual assonance and delay, but of small revelations, bodies revealed, of things that have always been in front of all our eyes.
The 'danger' of the text was conjured, laying the word on a cutting edge, on the border, the voices seem as though they must plummet at any moment, they but survive, scripture belongs to them.  It speaks man and of nature, without melancholy or decadence, without regret for a lost world, but "you hold this hand, you don't need to kill me".
There are no emotions in 'rami' (branches), there is the deaf silence of our nature, lost and compacted, imagined, idealised, even theorised, as though we didn't have it under our noses every day.  There is no decline or weight, yet everything is marvellously complex, without complications. 

Bruno De Franceschi