28 i mig

These invisible borders that Jeroni is talking about, are the open windows that from La Perla we have evoked so many times. The feeling of opening windows to look at the horizon that unfolds in the distance. A doubt that comes to you and makes you wonder: is this real, what I see? Is it imagined? Maybe it's painted? This is the question. Questa è la grande maggia...

Often when we open the windows, we find Sisa's Seventh Heaven, the skies painted by Fellini, the clouds of Orson Wells, also those of John Ford, the unanswered questions of Pasolini, the cell games of Cary Grant, or the legs of Grace Kelly... When we talk about the magic of cinema, or the magic of theatre, we talk about the magic of life. In reality, what we most enjoy seeing when we open the windows is a clear summer morning, and from there, we will do whatever it takes, even if it requires juggling, to bring it to you, through our language and with all our artifice.

This is our job and our profession. To gaze at the stars, fall in love with them, and then try to evoke them in our small magical space. It's not easy these days, but the stars remain where they have always been, and maybe when they see what we do, they laugh...

28 i mig is something we hadn't done until now, a holey bag of poems and images, a different game, an invented gaze, a new flame, which we have found necessary.

Oriol Broggi