Adiós a la infancia, una aventi de Marsé

It is not always easy to define what is being talked about or, rather, what one wants to talk about when starting a project. Perhaps, with a bit of luck, it becomes clearer during the process; sometimes, it's barely possible to explain it during the performances. I think it's important to have good ideas at the beginning to gather elements that can take us far, just as it's important to trust in that underground force that often propels you, that puts things in a certain place that seems right. Perhaps it has been like this in this curious intersection of streets where we have converged: La Perla 29 and the Teatre Lliure, Marsé and Sisa, Pau Miró and myself, the rest of the team, and, above all, the actors... oh, welcome, come in, come in!

Our story is about men of "iron, forged in so many battles, dreaming like children..." Our story, therefore, if we remove the iron and the battles for the younger ones, is about people who, from their suffering, find comfort and a path in storytelling. They can rise from their misery if they think of a way to move forward because they look differently and say things like: "Youthful dreams are corrupted in the mouths of adults" or "I began to cry like a child, but smoking a cigar, and my son clinging to my legs and crying to see me cry. And do you know what I told him? The same thing you're saying now, that this shit wasn't going to last - and it seems to me that we have many, many years ahead" or "All this happened many years ago, when the city was less plausible than it is now, but more real" or "the older and more decrepit one becomes, the less desire one has to judge anyone. I say this because I believe that God, who must be much older and more decrepit than me, when he receives me up there, will not judge me. He will say: Enter, Blay, and make yourself comfortable."

It is an honor to work with Juan Marsé and Jaume Sisa; with them and their materials, with everything they have invented. We have been able to get to know them and play with their creatures. "Along sandy paths seek out the landscape you like best for walking. Crouched in the grass, look at the silver sky, your illuminated face sparkling." Like the Child who grows up during the performance, who is discovering, knowing, learning, we are already children trapped in their worlds. And we are happy to be so. And we realize that... only you are missing!

Oriol Broggi