Somente a verdade

When he was only five years, Mario Lucachesi saw his dad embarking on another one of his mysterious trips, but this time to bring the so much desired Belgian chocolates-never to return. The boy grows up and becomes a student of history, tour guide, premium model son and a legitimate member of the liars Club; and as such, master in the art of selling illusions, creating stories so exquisitely sounding more believable illusion than the poor reality, so unvarnished. Lying is different to invent a truth -- says a character - the King is naked, says another. The facts and reports get confused with every twist of this narrative in which everyone seems to hide some secret. As the poet pretender, there's no way to figure out which of them (and they) are just a figment of your delusional mind. With a perfect mastery of the art of narrating, allied to an admirable ingenuity, Fernando Paiva constructs a fictional labyrinth of complex architecture, in which the reader is lost with pleasure, questioning every boundaries of the page. What is a lie, what is reality, who will be the big liar in this story? By entangling in imaginative Web imbrincada by Mario Lucachesi (or Philsocmicro?), the player embarks on a play that reflects on the role of literature-and reading-as an act of creation and invention in the world and all of us.