Uma sugestão absurda: ___ ler absurdo, antes de ver absurdo, A Espera, uma criação performativa livremente inspirada em «À Espera de Godot».
Helena Botto e Jorge Neto são Vladimir e Estragon, vagabundos (atletas) subservientes e cegos ao interminável preenchimento do tempo da vida, escravos do peso de carregar os dias como uma espera sem qualquer sentido; e são Pozzo e Lucky, as duas outras personagens, que criam uma forma de jogo (original, nesta peça), na qual se defrontam com igual indiferença e consciência de inutilidade, no espectáculo do servilismo à sua condição (belíssimo, o recurso ao símbolo da gaiola, e o adereço de per se). Bruno Pinho é a música, o circo, a pantomina, e participa também na acção passando desesperados charming days and evenings esperando por Godot. Quem é, o que é Godot? A incerteza ou Deus, a esperança ou o nada, tudo o que nunca aparece a horas certas, ou que nunca veremos, mas que estamos convencidos de que pode aparecer, vai aparecer, vai acontecer, convém não acontecer. Entretanto, (re)pousamos as nossas vidas nos mesmos lugares todos os dias, ou movemo-nos. Porque há sempre uma escolha. Let's Go? Estes performers movem-se___e já ressuscitaram um Teatro.
VLADIMIR: When I think of it . . . all these years . . . but for me . . . where would you be . . . (Decisively.) You'd be nothing more than a little heap of bones at the present minute, no doubt about it.
(...)
ESTRAGON: Let’s go.
VLADIMIR: We can’t.
ESTRAGON: Why not?
VLADIMIR: We’re waiting for Godot
(...)
VLADIMIR: I felt lonely.
ESTRAGON: I had a dream.
VLADIMIR: Don't tell me!
ESTRAGON: I dreamt that—
VLADIMIR: DON'T TELL ME!
ESTRAGON: (gesture toward the universe). This one is enough for you? (Silence.) It's not nice of you, Didi. Who am I to tell my private nightmares to if I can't tell them to you?
VLADIMIR: Let them remain private. You know I can't bear that.
ESTRAGON: (coldly.) There are times when I wonder if it wouldn't be better for us to part.
VLADIMIR: You wouldn't go far.
(...)
ESTRAGON: Let's hang ourselves immediately!
VLADIMIR: From a bough? (They go towards the tree.) I wouldn't trust it.
ESTRAGON: We can always try.
VLADIMIR: Go ahead.
ESTRAGON: After you.
VLADIMIR: No no, you first.
ESTRAGON: Why me?
VLADIMIR: You're lighter than I am.
ESTRAGON: Just so!
VLADIMIR: I don't understand.
ESTRAGON: Use your intelligence, can't you?
Vladimir uses his intelligence.
VLADIMIR: (finally). I remain in the dark
(...)
VLADIMIR: Well? What do we do?
ESTRAGON: Don't let's do anything. It's safer.
VLADIMIR: Let's wait and see what he says.
ESTRAGON: Who?
VLADIMIR: Godot.
ESTRAGON: Good idea.
(...)
VLADIMIR: One is what one is.
ESTRAGON: No use wriggling.
VLADIMIR: The essential doesn't change.
(...)
POZZO: Ah yes! The night. (He raises his head.) But be a little more attentive, for pity's sake, otherwise we'll never get anywhere. (He looks at the sky.) Look! (All look at the sky except Lucky who is dozing off again. Pozzo jerks the rope.) Will you look at the sky, pig! (Lucky looks at the sky.) Good, that's enough. (They stop looking at the sky.) What is there so extraordinary about it? Qua sky. It is pale and luminous like any sky at this hour of the day. (Pause.) In these latitudes. (Pause.) When the weather is fine. (Lyrical.) An hour ago (he looks at his watch, prosaic) roughly (lyrical) after having poured forth even since (he hesitates, prosaic) say ten o'clock in the morning (lyrical) tirelessly torrents of red and white light it begins to lose its effulgence, to grow pale (gesture of the two hands lapsing by stages) pale, ever a little paler, a little paler until (dramatic pause, ample gesture of the two hands flung wide apart) pppfff! finished! it comes to rest. But– (hand raised in admonition)– but behind this veil of gentleness and peace, night is charging (vibrantly) and will burst upon us (snaps his fingers) pop! like that! (his inspiration leaves him) just when we least expect it. (Silence. Gloomily.) That's how it is on this bitch of an earth.
Long silence.
(...)
VLADIMIR: Well? Shall we go?
ESTRAGON: Yes, let’s go.
They do not move.
(...)
VLADIMIR: Say, I am happy.
ESTRAGON: I am happy.
VLADIMIR: So am I.
ESTRAGON: So am I.
VLADIMIR: We are happy.
ESTRAGON: We are happy. (Silence.) What do we do now, now that we are happy?
VLADIMIR: Wait for Godot. (Estragon groans. Silence.) Things have changed here since yesterday.
ESTRAGON: And if he doesn't come?
(...)
POZZO: I am blind.
Silence.
ESTRAGON: Perhaps he can see into the future
(...)
ESTRAGON: We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impressione we exist?
(...)
VLADIMIR: Well? Shall we go?
ESTRAGON: Yes, let's go.
They do not move.
Helena Botto e Jorge Neto são Vladimir e Estragon, vagabundos (atletas) subservientes e cegos ao interminável preenchimento do tempo da vida, escravos do peso de carregar os dias como uma espera sem qualquer sentido; e são Pozzo e Lucky, as duas outras personagens, que criam uma forma de jogo (original, nesta peça), na qual se defrontam com igual indiferença e consciência de inutilidade, no espectáculo do servilismo à sua condição (belíssimo, o recurso ao símbolo da gaiola, e o adereço de per se). Bruno Pinho é a música, o circo, a pantomina, e participa também na acção passando desesperados charming days and evenings esperando por Godot. Quem é, o que é Godot? A incerteza ou Deus, a esperança ou o nada, tudo o que nunca aparece a horas certas, ou que nunca veremos, mas que estamos convencidos de que pode aparecer, vai aparecer, vai acontecer, convém não acontecer. Entretanto, (re)pousamos as nossas vidas nos mesmos lugares todos os dias, ou movemo-nos. Porque há sempre uma escolha. Let's Go? Estes performers movem-se___e já ressuscitaram um Teatro.
VLADIMIR: When I think of it . . . all these years . . . but for me . . . where would you be . . . (Decisively.) You'd be nothing more than a little heap of bones at the present minute, no doubt about it.
(...)
ESTRAGON: Let’s go.
VLADIMIR: We can’t.
ESTRAGON: Why not?
VLADIMIR: We’re waiting for Godot
(...)
VLADIMIR: I felt lonely.
ESTRAGON: I had a dream.
VLADIMIR: Don't tell me!
ESTRAGON: I dreamt that—
VLADIMIR: DON'T TELL ME!
ESTRAGON: (gesture toward the universe). This one is enough for you? (Silence.) It's not nice of you, Didi. Who am I to tell my private nightmares to if I can't tell them to you?
VLADIMIR: Let them remain private. You know I can't bear that.
ESTRAGON: (coldly.) There are times when I wonder if it wouldn't be better for us to part.
VLADIMIR: You wouldn't go far.
(...)
ESTRAGON: Let's hang ourselves immediately!
VLADIMIR: From a bough? (They go towards the tree.) I wouldn't trust it.
ESTRAGON: We can always try.
VLADIMIR: Go ahead.
ESTRAGON: After you.
VLADIMIR: No no, you first.
ESTRAGON: Why me?
VLADIMIR: You're lighter than I am.
ESTRAGON: Just so!
VLADIMIR: I don't understand.
ESTRAGON: Use your intelligence, can't you?
Vladimir uses his intelligence.
VLADIMIR: (finally). I remain in the dark
(...)
VLADIMIR: Well? What do we do?
ESTRAGON: Don't let's do anything. It's safer.
VLADIMIR: Let's wait and see what he says.
ESTRAGON: Who?
VLADIMIR: Godot.
ESTRAGON: Good idea.
(...)
VLADIMIR: One is what one is.
ESTRAGON: No use wriggling.
VLADIMIR: The essential doesn't change.
(...)
POZZO: Ah yes! The night. (He raises his head.) But be a little more attentive, for pity's sake, otherwise we'll never get anywhere. (He looks at the sky.) Look! (All look at the sky except Lucky who is dozing off again. Pozzo jerks the rope.) Will you look at the sky, pig! (Lucky looks at the sky.) Good, that's enough. (They stop looking at the sky.) What is there so extraordinary about it? Qua sky. It is pale and luminous like any sky at this hour of the day. (Pause.) In these latitudes. (Pause.) When the weather is fine. (Lyrical.) An hour ago (he looks at his watch, prosaic) roughly (lyrical) after having poured forth even since (he hesitates, prosaic) say ten o'clock in the morning (lyrical) tirelessly torrents of red and white light it begins to lose its effulgence, to grow pale (gesture of the two hands lapsing by stages) pale, ever a little paler, a little paler until (dramatic pause, ample gesture of the two hands flung wide apart) pppfff! finished! it comes to rest. But– (hand raised in admonition)– but behind this veil of gentleness and peace, night is charging (vibrantly) and will burst upon us (snaps his fingers) pop! like that! (his inspiration leaves him) just when we least expect it. (Silence. Gloomily.) That's how it is on this bitch of an earth.
Long silence.
(...)
VLADIMIR: Well? Shall we go?
ESTRAGON: Yes, let’s go.
They do not move.
(...)
VLADIMIR: Say, I am happy.
ESTRAGON: I am happy.
VLADIMIR: So am I.
ESTRAGON: So am I.
VLADIMIR: We are happy.
ESTRAGON: We are happy. (Silence.) What do we do now, now that we are happy?
VLADIMIR: Wait for Godot. (Estragon groans. Silence.) Things have changed here since yesterday.
ESTRAGON: And if he doesn't come?
(...)
POZZO: I am blind.
Silence.
ESTRAGON: Perhaps he can see into the future
(...)
ESTRAGON: We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impressione we exist?
(...)
VLADIMIR: Well? Shall we go?
ESTRAGON: Yes, let's go.
They do not move.
A Espera vai voltar a acontecer nos dias 8, 9 e 10 de Novembro, pelas 22 horas, no Estúdio PerFormas.
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