REFLECTIONS

With the Act II we plunge into another world. The fiction melts with reality and a pleiad of spectrums, ghosts and vaporous silhouettes that come with us scene after scene. To Solor, for example, appears the body of his love descending over the Himalayan peaks. Our conversations are being tested, our certainty’s in doubt. Nothing is what it seems to be: would what we see be reflections from the hereafter?