Pablo Girolami

Guillerme Leal

Vladimir Cosma, Renato Carosona, Ray Charles, Vessel

25 minutes

With the support of
di Certamen Coreografico de Madrid Paso a 2 e L’estruch Fabrica de creació de les arts en viù

Dear Maruzza,

I am writing you this letter because I really appreciate you.

The first time I saw you, my heart not so delicately whispered “it’s her”. The way you tickle my mustache, the way you stare at me, make me vibrate.

Do I have to tell you how I got this “feeling”? Whatever misfortune happens, from a bad haircut to a leaking faucet, I will always be there for you.
Remember, I’m a man of words and I’ll never leave you.

I don’t know how you feel. I am very shy as you can see, quiet, shy and loving. It’s me.

I’ve never asked anyone for anything, including my mother. But here I am, admiring the lightness of your hair, the warmth of your eyes, the color of your skin.

I would like, if you would allow me, to give you my flower.