The whole story is narrated at an empty stage
in which, for the moment, there is room for
only one person. One person who tells stories
about persons. One person who, like everyone
else, has been created from physical and
emotional accidents.
The story begins with a title, and
Perro (Dog)
seems to be the most appropriated one. It is
well known that the dog is the man’s best
friend, but this
Perro
is halfway between the
wild and the tame, the confidence and the
rabid, the instinct and the puppy.
There will be who to say that is about animal,
desolate, personal,...Who it will be about, is a
person, where there is no place for reasoning or justifying arguments at a glimpse.
Here there is space for the incongruous take
n through impulse and in
tuition. The everyday
inexplicable.
The body is the unique visible instrument or at least foreseeable.
What is said before or after does not have too much sense, it is just for pleasure.
I face up the stage alone again, in this case I am not that alone, there are friends present and
absent here, who possibly accompany me in giving shape to what I see on the people and
what I forget.
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Daniel Abreu