The mask and its part,  In Comedie dell’arte

What you see when you watch The Dreamers

The first actress comes on stage 
“I want you to meet someone”  
Then and every time the white line is crossed, she is gone  
As are all the others.  
They are just frames.  
They are just characters. 
They are the masks on their heads.  

They bring us a story, and they know they’re the storytellers, 
But above all else, they’re all keen self-haters.  
’Cause to be spineless is the worst fate of all, 
Yet when you’re yelling “DEPORTATION!” It’s worse than before.  

“Cognac, whiskey or vodka?” What is your choice?  
So you can be a good mother to all of your boys, 
So you can make logical and thought-out choices, 
So you don’t give in to all your impulses. 

You fill the space that’s created with air and sound effects from the wings, 
With the question Who should be the director? - “A good director pays equal wages 
To men and women.” 
To women and men 
Helping find answers again and again 
Through an astral corridor I can help you find 
Your father 
Your sons 
The way you can win 
But what you’re looking for is just a new sin.  

And when it’s committed, 
You want to take it back so you turn back time, 
What you committed 
Is no longer a crime. 

“But what should I do?”  

All ask the easiest question. 
'Cause all their reality is just their fiction.    

Author: Kamila Jášová

Photo: Linda Dobrovolná