Dean spectator,

EVERYTHING I KNOW ABOUT WHEAT is a bottleneck show.
When you reach the bottleneck, if you want to go on, you have to deal with what you are, with the substance you are made of.
And I want to go on: cross the darkness of the present and reach out where flowers blossom, to imagine another world, a shining future of possibilities, even in 2781 years.

EVERYTHING I KNOW ABOUT WHEAT is made of few simple things.
A letter, a flatbread. A man and a woman. Countryside and theatre.
Everything I know may be nothing. And wheat? I'm almost 60 years old and I should have learned something, I should know something and I cannot keep all those for me, because we do theatre... because...

EVERYTHING I KNOW ABOUT WHEAT is just born.
I don't know if there will be another show. Every show is always the last one.
You think that making a show is exciting.
You're right, but invention is effort. In the end you feel empty...full of doubts... full of questions... Will you understand what we want to say? Does this effort have a meaning? What will you think about us?
Maybe wheat is not interesting for anyone.....maybe theatre is not interesting...but we keep on eating bread... and we hope you come to the theatre as well....Finally all my theatre is a long letter to only one person... the spectator.
Do you still write letters? I do sometimes... who do you write to?
If I should write a letter today, I would write to you.

Le Ariette , April 11th 2016
Stefano Pasquini - Teatro delle Ariette

P.S. I forgot: when you come to theatre, feel free to bring your own bread, pizza or cake, those you usually cook at home. Do you still cook?
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