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  • Nobody can believe it, but Lucas keeps having fun. His number still thrills him despite the numberless reruns. To stand there, in the center of the arena, with a sad and melancholic, something between a Pierrot and an Emo, never fails to move him. He feels like a link between two different eras that share the same feeling of inadequacy. He feels a strength flow within, the strength of the outsider, of one who keeps still while the world looks at him. His only movement is that of his eyes, which cross the distance separating him from the public. They gaze all round while they capture the attention of every single spectator. Lucas knows that every one, from five to sixty-year-olds remain almost hypnotized when his liquid and penetrating blue eyes stop to gaze at them. He instantly perceives the passage of the spectator becoming captive, almost in a relationship of predator and prey. For however the eyes of the gazelle may run around the arena, he, the lion, sooner or later will reach them and possess them. It’s only a question of time, and time he has. The number of Parsifal, the clown with whom he shares the arena, is long and complex. This allows him to refine his “technique” without ever having to rush. He has become invincible by remaining still while continuing to stare. The more Parsifal moves about, trips over, falls, jumps and spins around, the more Lucas attracts the attention of the spectators. By keeping still, he ends up becoming a reference point. “Dad, did you see that one? The one that’s still…” “Who? The statue?” But the real fun is when a child yells.”Move… come on, do something… move!” Parcifal immediately steps up his gestures, while the child, concentrated on Lucas, keeps yelling “Move!” At that point Parcifal fakes a swoon, and then proclaims his defeat “I just can’t do more than this,” while among the general laughter that fills the big top, lets himself fall beside Lucas. But the child keeps yelling “move, move” pointing his finger to an indefinite point between Lucas and Parcifal.
    Thus begins the skit, with Parcifal that makes pretend he doesn’t understand, rises to his feet and starts running again. At that point Lucas is certain that hundreds of eyes are pinned on him.
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