It was a long time that I didn't have a real audition. I mean an audition in which I move to a city exactly for that reason and not because of my craze, my need to escape, my kind of gipsity (if I can say so).
Maybe was from SiWiC, even if at the end was not a real audition somehow...
Maybe was from Luzern, yes, the first time I auditioned here, in 2007, I was working as the assistant for a producer in Milano, back from Portugal, engaged, with a sick father at the hospital. Was Verena Weiss's Tanz Luzerner Theater at that time... ...it seems like another life, thousands years ago.
It was even longer I didn't have a real audition with Danilo. Spring 2001, Carolyn Carlson's Biennal of Venice age. We both passed and it's still one of the best moment in my memory, those magic days.
We did it again, after twelve years, till the end, sweating out our soul, standing in front of each other, trying to see everything of each other, sense everything of each other, smell everything of each other, angel feet, don't move, observe, feel, Jan Fabre said to us.
And then scream ...
and then heal
and then fight
and then act
and then fun
and then
so strangely
again
together.
This is the reason why
I still love the body
and its expression.