They had time invented for you and me.

And for things to pass.

And for things to come back again

and again.

I'm back, but I can't find you.

A mustard coloured cloud is blurring my sight.

There is nothing but sand under my feet.

Burning sand.

So...

This must be the desert.

I'm walking around in the desert.

I'm lost in the desert

Or perhaps I am the desert, and someone is lost in me.

Hallo? Hallo?

....

A hundred years of drought.

A hundred years, and I still can't find you.

Every single grain of sand - is made of blood.

This is our desert.

Marco Demian Vitanza

Choreography and Dance: Isabel Cuesta, Fabián Santarciel de la Quintana

Dramaturgy and Poem: Marco Demian Vitanza

Sound: Peter Härtel

Director: Isabel Cuesta