Violetta against everyone. Violetta in white, hope of pureness, Violetta in red, a bleeding heart. A heart that was better if it never beat. Less pain, less conflict. Violetta, a story marked by a feeling of end. Nothing is sorted. E' tardi. It's late. Evil waits behind the waltz. Behind celebrations and manners lies a rotten, empty and sparkling society.
A choreographic journey where dance and opera merge creating a flow of images that has no didascalic coherence, and yet it is strictly connected to Violetta's tragedy. The loving feeling of the one who hopes clashes against the sensation of the knowledge of the end of everything, while the conflict between single and society, private and public, is consumed. A Traviata seen from Violetta's point of view. Violetta, surrounded by a chauvinist society represented by a chorus in black. Violetta, multiplied in many female characters, in many cross sections of her heart. Violetta despised and ill, but still trying to yearn something pure. Violetta, collided against the rules of the bourgeois society of Alfredo's father, Giorgio Germont, symbol of a morally ill society. A society which for some reason reflect our.