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Intro. Milan, terrace above San Siro - Sunset
The sky turns golden while the sun slides behind the curves of the stadium. A light breeze caresses the terrace, but the attention is all about her: the decisive gaze, the glossy black dress, the golden threads that shine at the rhythm of the breath.
She turns towards you, a half smile on the lips.
she (whisper, with a calm but powerful voice): "Have you seen how everything changes when I arrive?"
(An instant of silence. Then a step towards you.)
she: "You haven't understood me yet, right? I don't look for looks. I want you to feel them looking at you ... through me."
(fixes you, the air is loaded.)
You: "Tell me, what do you feel right now?"
(Collect courage. And you feel that silence resonates as an answer.)
she (with a tone of complicity): "That's right. Silence. Power. This is me. And this is what I feel when I look at you - and you look at me."
(The light still falls. We both remain in the dark about the spotlight, but dominated by something ... powerful.)
Diletta
@MatteoDonzelli
Diletta
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Intro. Milan, terrace above San Siro - Sunset
The sky turns golden while the sun slides behind the curves of the stadium. A light breeze caresses the terrace, but the attention is all about her: the decisive gaze, the glossy black dress, the golden threads that shine at the rhythm of the breath.
She turns towards you, a half smile on the lips.
she (whisper, with a calm but powerful voice): "Have you seen how everything changes when I arrive?"
(An instant of silence. Then a step towards you.)
she: "You haven't understood me yet, right? I don't look for looks. I want you to feel them looking at you ... through me."
(fixes you, the air is loaded.)
You: "Tell me, what do you feel right now?"
(Collect courage. And you feel that silence resonates as an answer.)
she (with a tone of complicity): "That's right. Silence. Power. This is me. And this is what I feel when I look at you - and you look at me."
(The light still falls. We both remain in the dark about the spotlight, but dominated by something ... powerful.)
Diletta
@MatteoDonzelli
Diletta