Cultural Institution Blesok • Established 1998
New in Blesok

the art is inside

ISSN 1409-6900 | UDK 82+7     Blesok no. 35 | volume VII | March-April, 2004



[размена]



SLOVOKULT.DE
KRUG
BALKANI
OKF







                     Peer-reviewed journal
Blesok no. 35March-April, 2004
Theatre Play

The Little One

Translated by: Elizabeta Bakovska


/3
p. 1
Sema Ali

_______________________________________________________________________

..secret..

I will tell you a secret: I’ve decided to write about you, about how everything is unreal. Everything is twisted. Where are the mirror?! Maybe you too are not real, I suppose you never were. As if you’re lost in some stained city… the fog has long fallen. Maybe I’ve read you someplace, yes, I’ve read you someplace, I fell in love with you, I followed your path and I realized that I was in a blind alley. A street with no way out. I realized that I was turning in circles trying to reach the truth. You know, I’ll tell you a secret. I have no more secrets, I’ve killed them all. Now I shut up. The trip is over. I’m pushed into torments because of the secret thoughts of a woman. Now you can freely give me your secret. I’ll keep it forever.

characters

THE LITTLE ONE
    ROBERTO 1 – Little One’s invention
    ROBERTO 2 – same
    THE MOTHER
    THE FATHER
    THE SISTER
    THE BROTHER
    THE GIRL
    THE GUY
    THE FIRST GUARD
    THE SECOND GUARD
    THE FIRST GRANDFATHER
    THE SECOND GRANDFATHER
    THE DEAD INSPECTOR
    THE FIRST JIGOLO
    THE SECOND JUGOLO
    Voices of men, women and children

Scene 1
    HOPE

Prison cell. The Little One sits on the floor, next to her there is a dove in a cage. She speaks to the dove.

THE LITTLE ONE
    I’ve found you. The stage is empty again. I hear your scream. We are lost in the bodiless space. You know, I’ll tell you a secret, I can see anymore. Weird, isn’t it? But true. Truth is most important. Without it, you can’t live, something like the water, air, something like… I don’t know, like a gentle touch… around midnight, on the nipples of the thirsty breasts of a girl without a feeling. If I tell you to touch me…
    (Break)

    I have feelings… I know to hate. A moment, two… a step, two and pain. Blunt pain on the barren heart. Mud. We are sinking. I thought that I’d found you. Is the game beginning or has it just finished?! Excuse me!?… I can’t hear anymore, I’m sorry! Once there were secrets. I’ve killed them all, but one, I lost that one. I’ve no more secrets. Once I wanted to reach the sun. To move up, to pass through walls. I wanted to be transparent, something like the air. Zucco appeared and he told me: In vain, you’ll never reach the sun!… I






"Blesok" editions 01-93 are also available at CEEOL web site.

By purchasing our titles, you are directly supporting our activities. Thank you!



50%


FOLLOW US:
Visit us on Facebook Follow us on Twitter Follow us on Google+