To Antoni Miró from Barcelona
Voice: Pepa Alòs i Francesc Anyó
(perhaps a secret of new colour games ?, or, saving words with no name?.)
(Suddenly it brings clarity and answers screaming. Miserly mouths remain stilling.)
Myself.- I remember Toni as shy, emotional, artist, supportive, from Alcoy, stubborn, obstinate, ant, pure horse, oriental cat, envied, punished, generous and loved.
Toni.- (He goes with his silence). A group of people enter shouting and cheering. They observe how Toni walks away while I light a cigarette at the back of the stage and pay attention to the group that suddenly stills.
One.- Who is that possessed boy?
Another one.- Shut up, fuck! It's Toni!
One.- Is the blind man from the place Cantó Pinyó?
The another one.- Can you notice that he is a Mironian?
The entire group.- (They remain with their mouths open to say oh! but they keep silent.) I turn off the light and everyone rushes to scream while the curtain drops but the public cannot observe it because we have already said that everything is dark.)