Reality

We live our lives hoping to improve ourselves, while possibly we are born to live through our imperfections. Our Identity defines itself at the time we express our weaknesses: eternal life is faultless and anonymous, the one on earth short, deceptive, superficial, but just because of this, fabulous. We live and die to reach heaven, to be born we get away from it Life meant as “Reality Show” of souls, as an opportunity to escape from eternal monotony. Close-up fixed on a little girl, floating soul awaiting for her own birth. During her screentest-monologue, the little girl will be conceived (and therefore shortlisted for the Reality Show) by faraway laughs of a man and a woman. Her soul will lose its wings and will eventually live out all her earthly flaws.