STRAPPATEMPO - Pipa e Pece and MSQ

Thursday, 19 August - 21.00

Strappatempo, an amazing story for children and others...

Once upon a time the earth was enveloped in a mantle of sound. Sounds and music caressed men and things, could be heard everywhere: in a flower that opens, in a stolen embrace, in the fire in the fireplace. A harmony of moments of sound encouraged life.

Then the perennial construction site of the Vertical Glass City began: a daily challenge to the sky with its mechanical arms that build floor after floor every day and at night launch themselves onto the black earth to suck up iron and oil. Life flows at an accelerated pace of disruptive sounds and treadmills, escalators and lifts.

At the foot of the Glass City, a shell of things thrown away has been stratified: it is the Black City. Men slide from one hiding place to another, rummaging and picking up what falls from above. Life still pulsates, but at an ever slower pace of hard, heavy sounds.

The mechanical arms have broken the harmony of the sound moments.

Mila lives on the millionth floor of the Glass City and knows only the fragmented sound of technology; Dore, in his lair under his armour, breathes only the muffled sound of survival: they have never heard the music of small things. But one day they come into contact thanks to a telephone made of cans and strings stretched from one City to another.

Their dreams, their emotions chase each other along the wire and little by little they create a little music suspended between the two worlds.

But the two Cities continue to push in opposite directions, one grows and accelerates, acute and sharp, the other slows down, deep and brutal, the two opposing forces break up the sounds that become screeching, acute, noise, dull, and the mechanism jams, the earth empties... time is torn apart.

All the men, lost, lose their bearings, all except Dore and Mila, bound by their little melody.

It is up to them to mend the broken time, in search of the music of small things. They will find them in the bowels of the earth, where the treasure of the spheres of time is kept. In their luminous hearts are the vital rhythms, the ideal harmonies that man has pursued throughout history. 

Magical and entertaining encounters, tests of cunning and courage, spheres of light and melodies as a magnifying glass on the world.

It is the time to listen, to oneself and to others, to find that harmony between men and things, which reminds us of what we wanted to be: not futuristic automatons in an aseptic Glass City, nor primitive animals in a brutal Black City.

Perhaps simply men.