WOHNWAGEN LOVE 




Durant les funcions de Wohnwagen a La Seca Espai Brossa, l’Oriol Puig Grau (que formava part de la companyia) va escriure un text breu inspirat en l’espectacle. Versions impreses del conte van ocupar els camerinos i el mural que donava la benvinguda a l’espai escènic:

Durante las funciones de Wohnwagen en La Seca Espai Brossa, Oriol Puig Grau (que formaba parte de la compañía) escribió un texto breve inspirado en el espectáculo. Versiones impresas del cuento ocuparon los camerinos y el mural que daba la bienvenida al espacio escénico:


During the performances of Wohnwagen at La Seca Espai Brossa, Oriol Puig Grau (a member of the company at that time) wrote a short story inspired by the show. Several printed versions of the text occupied the dressing rooms and the mural that audience members found whilst entering the scenic space:


I am looking for a place.

The fog makes it hard for me to distinguish what shadows I should get close to. The loud music and the deep beat make my heart pump more blood, but it may not be for love… Those stairs I see, I hope they lead me to the place I am looking for. I wish I was brave enough to turn on the lights. Show off my lungs, my liver, my stomach. This is me, naked in front of the world. Naked in front of an old bar. Neon lights. Chez Giorgio.

They say that solitary people go there to die. It smells like piss. Dark and crowded. Someone plays the piano calm and secure. Giorgio. I stand still and listen. His eyes, blue like the purest drop of water, look towards me. He sings and my body starts vanishing. I am surrounded by millions of people yet I feel alone. Giorgio stops playing and stands up. The whole crowd stands up and looks at me. Strange people, strange eyes. In the corner, a man red like fire continues smoking. A woman kisses his hand and burns.

-I am here to find love. I say... But I don’t know what it looks like.

Giorgio laughs and the crowd joins him. He walks towards me and whispers in my ear.

-Come back when you are older, this is no place for a young man like you.

I take a close look at his wings. Broken and full of scars. His eyes, so close to me I could faint, make me feel secure. I would hug him, stay there forever. But his hand leads me to the exit. I step away… Naked and ashamed. Before the door closes, I see Giorgio walking back to his piano. He serves an old couple some coffee with a dash of whiskey. Neon lights outside. Chez Giorgio. Come back when you are older.