DO YOU REMEMBER HOW MAGNOLIAS IN NICARAGUA SMELLED?

Messages at the answer machine, text messages, emails’ Electronic letters.
Letters from Greece to the South of American Continent.
Different hemispheres. Different paths?
Different worlds? Sometimes together?

Memory distance, life sense. Days, nights, flowers, life, love, friendship, loving care, smiles, anxieties, death, teardrops, boats dying sea remains always alive- through a computer that connects continents and humans, but brings along the boundless loneliness of the ocean.

A man passes from life to death and from there to “post-life”.
Solid time. Full of absence and lack. Full of senses.
Complete time. Full of love and lust. Full of light.
The play’s hero observes – vertically and horizontally in space and time- his life.
Awaits. He has already forgiven.
Mom and her loss. Love and its reversal. Self and its rescission.

A man who decides to dive deep. Into his conscious and unconscious parts. To dive completely.
And instead he flies. He goes up high.
He ventures to see. Both Love and Death.
Equally. With such pain as pleasure.

A performance with words, songs and music which balances between two worlds.
And dreams. Soaked in magnolia perfume and shades of iris.

“The only thing I don’t regret for is love!…
Especially love I offered!”