The 23rd FESTIVAL OF ECOLOGICAL THEATER FOR CHILDREN AND YOUTH
WHAT WE WANTED TO SAY WHEN WE SAID THAT WE LOOK AT THINGS WITH “My big closed eyes”
There’s something strange behind my eye. There are butterflies larger than an elephant. There’s grits instead of a cloud and it daps the Moon with a gentle swing. Water drops are oceans in which lightbulbs and noodles live, and I swim in them, I ride my bicycle on their surface, I’m consorting with kangaroos. Kangaroos are the engine drivers for quick cupcake rails. But the train is not a train, as you know it. The train is a clothes stand on which you can go crazy or maybe even hang a fork. It travels from the fireplace to the sink, and it’s beautiful next to the sink, it’s blue, but you don’t have to go there if you don’t like chutes. The fork doesn’t sting, it’s a rubber fork and a very big Queen of spades. The areas are vast, and the Sun is also big, bigger than the biggest divider. Everything is the biggest, but it’s there, within my grasp, only created for me, and it’s soft, filled with air, sparkling... Suitable for jumping and sleeping, for swinging and hiccough. And we’re all here, on the top of a finger, maybe the index finger. The whole world is here, and so are officers and ballerinas, and the dragonfly and the daisies and the burners and the excitements. All on top of a small finger, maybe the index finger which is the largest thumb in a dwarf’s world. And everything is blue, blue, blue and endless like it has no end, but actually, the beginning is at the end, and every beginning is also an end even though there is no end. And there’s a waterfall where the beautiful wordly words, unspoken words flow. Surely there’s also laughter, and then my stomach hurts, whether from grits or parasols, only mantis could know. And I try my best to keep my eyes widely closed, and that requires a lot strength or just one grain of rice. The planets are suitable for a yo-yo, and I like that, waiting for it to come back in waves. The world as ebb and flow. And there I laugh a lot and I walk differently. However, when I open my eyes again, nothing’s the same anymore. Now, when I know the hidden secrets of all things that present themselves in boring shapes, words and forms, acting like they only have one meaning, I wink my eye at them and then the Moon knows that I know that it is the cheese. And they all know that I know that nothing is as it is when you know how to look with your big closed eyes. And if somebody tries to tell me that my pen is only for writing, I will instantly send them on it to the cheese, and then they can call the kangaroo for help.
See you on FEP, because the houses are made of chocolate there!