" Is it legitimate to invent new verbs?
I want to give you one: I heaven,
so that my wings can spread out beyond measure
to love you without borders. "
(Frida Kahlo)

A show that traces the life of Frida Kahlo against the backdrop of revolutionary Mexico. Shots of a tormented, passionate, violent existence; of a crazy woman, very sweet and in love with life.
The show revolves around the love that Frida had for her land, for painting, for Diego, for life, for  love itself. The languages to tell it range from theater to music: the text is made up of stories, letters from his diary, the voice of Diego Rivera that gives different nuances to the known figure of the painter. And finally, the music. Songs of the Mexican tradition carefully chosen to enrich and embellish the  story, left to the skilful live interpretation of Massimo Donno on voice and guitar and Francesco Pellizzari  to percussion.

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The first meeting with Frida took place in 2015 during a torrid summer in Bologna.  "Here, read this!", My roommate gave me a book: "Pino Cacucci ¡Viva la vida!".  On the cover a face, still little known.
From that August my personal research on Frida began: with passion I studied her life and her works,  Diego Rivera and muralist art, Mexico and the revolution of the early 1900s; I discovered my friendship with Leon Trotsky  and the one with great artists of the time (T. Modotti, L. Matiz, A. Breton, LA Bravo), the affection for his friend as well as  doctor L. Eloesser and the bond with his family, in particular with his sister Cristina. This was accompanied by a constant listening and growing interest in Mexican music: from the pre-Columbian sounds to the corrido, up to
reach the great artists of yesterday and today (P. Infante, C. Vargas, L.Downs ...).

Thus the desire to tell others, you, the wealth of this woman has made its way.

Frida gave life to what she loved. He spared nothing, he gave himself all.
This awareness raised a question in me: what am I giving my life for?
I live with my peers the difficulties of the working world, the nonsense, the injustices. We stagger in a space  devoid of guidelines, we cling to the first who passes and who tells his truth, we rape in "hope."  that one day ... "; meanwhile they eat on our heads.  In all this chaos, what can we do? Choose.
Ask ourselves every day: for what, to whom am I giving my life? Frida continues to suggest the answer.

Aurelia Cipollini

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