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How to leave a ship.

Valeria Conte Mac Donell

8.9.18  - 13.10.18

(There are boats taking flight. The horizon is far away, it tilts. The land stops being firm. Everything goes, and everything returns. Whiter. There are noises from the bottom. Behind, someone speaks.)

Act i

-I have to see something down there ...
-The sea.
-The sea? You have been watching the sea for years.
-From here. I want to see it from there. Is not the same.
I can stay up here for years, but the sea will never tell me anything. Now I get off, I live on the land and from the land for years I become someone normal, then one day I leave, I arrive at any coast, I look up and look at the sea and there, I will hear him scream.


Act ii

(... it was in the middle of the sea, when the land is only distant lights, or a memory, or a hope. There are ships floating, sailing towards a diffuse horizon where the white sky merges with the white ground.)
-... and there we will be suspended, standing in the white sea.


Act iii


-When a painting falls. When you wake up one morning and you don't love her anymore. When you open the newspaper and see that a war has broken out. When you look in the mirror and realize that you are old. When in the middle of the ocean, he looked up from the plate and said:
- ... in three days I'll get off this ship.


-Why do you stay in this traveling prison?
-In November they gave me a boat, a sailboat that never touched the water, I broke it into four pieces and took it to the garden of my house.


-I understood what we were doing at that time, what we were really doing, was dancing with the ocean.
-I want you to take a feeling in your body, half dizzy, half deaf, half blind.

(Order to set sail)

Act iv

-I like to go underwater. Down there everything is different. There's no noise, you can't make noise, even if you want to, you can't, there's no noise, down there. You move slowly, you cannot make sudden gestures, I don't know, fast gestures, you have to move slowly. You can't hurt yourself, you can't give yourself that stupid pat on the back, or things like that, it's a beautiful place. Above all, it is the ideal place to talk, you know. I really like that, talking down there, it's the ideal place, you can talk, that is, everyone can talk, anyone if they want to, can talk, it's fantastic how they talk down there.
-A turned boat in Alberto's garden. The creepers adopted it. It's huge. “There we are, huh. ¨ says Tomás from inside the boat. Trying to get small.


Act v

-It is possible to get off a boat, but from the ocean ...
-Fear of not afloat once more and get lost in the dream of a calm field on the high seas.
-Take care of the little air that your lungs keep.
Lose the body.
Give up.
Let the vulnerability appear, stay a while and go alone.


Act VI

-And now that?
-Building one so big that you never find the sea again.
-It occurs to me that otherwise I could sail so far, to the place where heaven meets earth.

Final act


-A grand finale
(All watching from the dock, from the shore, some great fireworks. Adieu !, the curtain falls, smoke and flames,
a wave, in the end ...)
-But I didn't see an end, what I didn't see is where it all ended. The end of the world.


-The horizon thanks the sea for letting it exist. The ship wants to reach the horizon line, and she jealous unfolds
The horizon is limit, illusion. A line that separates two useless planes.
The limits were erased and they are submerged in the sea.
-I have never felt more detached from the things of this world. Though released for some time from the sea,
had preserved that state of mind of sailors who feel completely oblivious to everything that passes through
the earth.


The end

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Voice and body: Jorgelina Balsa
Deployment of ships: Valeria Conte Mac Donell
Sound direction: Carmen Baliero
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Non-author's note: This writing is a compilation of phrases extracted from Alessandro Baricco (¨Novechento¨, ¨City¨), by Joseph
Conrad (¨La Línea de Sombra¨), Suyai Otaño (talks on WhatsApp), Hector Fabbio (comment on Facebook), Fernando Rubio

by WhatsApp), Hector Fabbio (comment on Facebook), Fernando Rubio
(¨When the pain ends¨) and personal reflections.

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