Il tango delle Capinere

On a bare stage, an old man and an old woman, their bodies stooped, dance a last slow. They cling to each other, tenderly and awkwardly, and turn on themselves, like two fragile figurines from a music box. Slowly, memories of a life spent together surface. Through dance and a few words, the couple rekindle the great scenes of their story. From the final dance to the original encounter, love life unfolds in all its facets, sometimes light, sometimes terrible.

This creation by Emma Dante is a jewel of infinite tenderness. Scenes fly by, oscillating between the melancholy of lost time and the magic of the theatrical present that revives ghosts. What remains of love, once the years have passed? After having been friend, lover, accomplice, comrade and sometimes enemy, the loved one becomes the essential support, the crutch without which the body can no longer support itself; and when this being finally disappears, it continues to shine by its absence, like the dead stars that still pierce the sky with their clarity.