The echo of a few steps in the empty seating area echoes. In the old stage, the shoes of a weak wooden puppet collide with the shoes of a weak wooden puppet, which moves slowly at the command of threads that are knotted around her body, trapping her wrists, her ankles, around her waist. A spotlight from above illuminates the scene, everything is darkness around. Music plays, brings back memories of a past that never existed and promises a future that never comes.
Following the ropes that hold the puppet, we reach hands, agile and soft hands that know how to handle the poor and submissive doll expertly. The music with an innocent smile makes the face of the actor beautiful, but instantly it is extinguished by a cold and cruel look.
On stage he begins a dance between the two of them, he is satisfied because he knows who is in charge. Notice how the ribbons that join her fingers to her toy impress movement, make her lift her head up and look at him, she believes that her big green eyes, glossy enamel glittering, look at her with devotion.
She loses the rhythm of the music when she thinks she sees, for a moment, that she turns her eyes away. It simply can't be, those eyes he himself remembers having painted can't look anywhere else without his permission. Pull the strings tight and make sure everything is still under control. He is surprised to notice a tension, previously absent, at the tip of his fingers. Horrified he realizes that the strings that trap the puppet also tie him to it. The beat of his frightened heart is now heard more clearly than the dull noise of his footsteps. Your breathing becomes more hectic, your chest swells uncontrollably. It is the fear that came to meet him and caught him by surprise.
The music changes, it sounds more accelerated now. A strong pull causes him to stumble, another stops his fall. She's the one who took the reins. Her eyes are shining greener than ever, her devotional gaze is obscene. Now she's the one who plays with the ropes, who catches her, who brings her closer. And calmly he takes his revenge. There is no one in the stalls, the echo of the footsteps sounds, the music stops, the spotlight on the top lights up the scene, he tries to escape, she handles the strings.
