A breath, a breath of lie, magic, intriguing.
A breath upon nothing and life is starting.
Despite the breakdown, the writing breakdown.
Despite the anxiety, creation anxiety, with anxiety, anxiety of not finding.
Yesterday makes tomorrow, yesterday made by two hands.
A title. The idea is in the title...
How to bring it to life on a set?
The idea is here, but is not enough, we need to tell a tale...
It is a tale altogether, true or not, that is not the question, a tale then, of a puppeteer, of a handling virtuoso.
Breath, inspire... The tale of a breath, a breath of life, a breath in a life, the breath of the life...
Take, let go, take, let go...
Story of a tale, which is done, undone, at the discretion of characters born, dead and resurrected for the nonce, characters birthing, characters yet to be born.

Characters from yesterday, characters from today, characters from tomorrow, born from Pascal Forner's both hands, tail and unroll the thread of knowledge how, knowledge to be, knowledge of creation, knowledge of sharing, knowledge of transmitting...
Characters created from nothing, whom exist from the intensity radiated by the actor-manipulator in its relationship to this nothingness.