WHILE:
Music is taking control, all of them are dancing in one harmony
Bob Marley the Rasta man sings:
Concrete jungleNo sun will shine in my day today
The hich yellow moon won't come out to play
I said darkness has covered my light
And the stage my day into night
Where is the love to be found
Won't someone tell me
Cause life must be somewhere to be found
Instead of concrete jungle
Where the living is harder
Concrete jungle Man you got to do your best
No chains around my feet
But I'm not free
I know I am bound here in captivity
yeh-I've never known the happiness
I've never known what sweet caress is
Still-I'll be always laughing like a clown
Won't somebody help me 'cause
I've got to pick myself from off the ground
In this ya concrete jungle
I said what do you got for me now
Concrete jungle ah won't you let me be now
Who is in The play?
The Echo
Mr. I and I and I
The Voices
The Soul
She
The boy
His Action man
Genia woman 1
Genia woman 2
Genie Leader
All
Scene (1)
I and I and I is trying to sleep
Voices: Me and my bubbles can fly far away into the blue sky
In the field of the jungle, the future jungle, effects are numinous; you can see your soul
IN the concrete jungle, things are unattractive, emotionless and our souls are at sea.
The Soul:
Better, give it up for the reason that things are misshapen and the generation as well. The wilderness is recouping the emerald, the progress needs more workforces, more jungles and oxygen, the evolution is combating with us in a disturbed dash, is in performance with us in far-reaching heavens.
Mr. I and I and I:
I desire to live the rest of my life as a human being and give up the ghost resembling so and I am aware I am not the only one who assert such a average craze.
Voices:
Please, allow me to be in this world with my bubbles, with them I pay a visit to cloudless skies.
The Soul:
Wake up, leave something for tomorrow, tomorrow will approach to set eyes on you all over again.
Voices:
Behind of the kitchen window I was standing, it was a hazy morning, the long way away, caring sun was thrashing somewhere at the back of the sky-scraping mountain, which protects thousands of wavering trees. The pioneer trees gave existence to the street that I see right now in front of my eyes, tidy and clean, there is no person or equipments, the people and the machines are having their imaginings.
The Soul:
I open the window to ask some fresh air to get into my lungs. Unpolluted air is what fulls me with aspiration and optimism in a concrete jungle packed of obliteration and soul pollute.
Mr.I and I and I:
The TV makes me feel sick with constant desire for vomiting. The images and sounds I follow and listen to will stop my heart one day if I carry on
A hand touches me from behind my shoulder. Who is behind me?
Voices:
When I left the bed to the kitchen I was expecting the meeting with someone or something, there is X trying to communicate with me or telling me something. I am not very sure. In my bed, I turned from one side to another, while the day was still young.
Mr.I and I and I
I am tired and I need to rest.
All:
Someone or something is haunting me. The heat on my feet is reaching the limit, my back is hurting and the eyes are burning. Is it my kidney or something new? The pain of the bones is very uncomfortable. Am I going to see who touched me? No, not now, curiosity killed the cat. I am not a cat, at least on this life I live now. Sometimes it is good to ignore and fight against the feeling, I will discover what is in front of me, not what is behind.
Voices:
I continued watching through the window and the mysterious rain, the mountain behind the queues of the long trees is disappearing, the cold wind is hitting the body.
Mr.I and I and I:
I am getting warm and quiet. Why dont I turn and stop all the fuss
Knock, knock!
I am knocking at the door to my soul; my soul will tell me what is going on, will tell me who is there.
Knock, knock, and knock!
My soul, it is me, your call! Please open your door.
Voices:
No answer.
Please tell me.
Mr.I and I and I:
Who is there, am I alive or dead? My soul, what is happening!
All:
Tell me, why my soul?
Why cant I sleep?
The Soul:
Lost, lost. Your soul is lost in the crowd. Find it. Do you know who are you?
All:
A grand mal conquered the whole body. I struggled against it and I am back.
Mr.I and I and I
No one is there. There is the valley of the wisdom. I better forget and keep on knocking at the door in front of my soul. This door is the only answer to my questions.
Knock, knock, and knock.
Voices:
My soul, it is me again, knocking at your door. Please, open the door.
want to hear your voice. I need your advice. Not once, twice and at once!
Mr.I and I and I
Now!
Show me the path, my chest is hurting me, my knocking is on my flesh and bones, I am using my both hands. Answer me please. If you do not want to talk
All:
Are you angry? I am going to accept whatever.
Answer me please.
Mr.I and I and I:
Hey! Listen, if you do not want to talk, motion! Send me a sign or anything from your design I accept whatever from you. Say something to me. Do not leave me like this.
Voices:
I need a rest, a three-minute break. I will have a break. Excuse me, my soul, for three minutes. I will not go far. I will be around.
Mr.I and I and I:
I will get some fresh air into my brain and I will return knocking at your door again.
scene(2)
Once upon a time, a boy had a world on his hands. He was grabbing on it
Suddenly
The boy stops. He looks around the place.
[Behind him His action man is doing the same thing he does]
he speaks:
The boy:
I will not give it up. I am the only one who has such a beautiful song. It is mine; I would never give it away, for a price.
Then, he sings:
Me and my arrow
it is me, it is you,
You and me, me and you,
You are for me, I am for you,
Believe in me, I believe in you,
You, you and me, and me
My arrow is true.
While he is, sing and dancing two ghosts were watching wondering.
Genia 2:
Who is he? Who is he? Does he look like yours? Does he?
Genia 1:
Shut your mouth up, shut it up! Do you know how many are there like them?
Genia 2:
Excuse me, pardon me, I am silly. I never had the pleasure. You tell me how many are there like him.
Genia 1:
Kasi masi from the nasi, billions are there Trunfasi. The human beings are billions.
Genia 2:
What about them? Please tell me all you know about them. They look cool.
Genia 1:
Yah, they look cool but they are dreamers.
Genia 2:
I want one, a soul being, the human are different.
Ghost 1:
Yes, they are different.
Ghost 2:
What about yours?
Ghost 1:
What about mine? We have to be with, you will find one too, one, who will suite you.
Meanwhile, the boy stopped his dancing. He sits on the ground, holding on his hand his burden.
{The two ghosts walk towards him.}
Genia 2:
Right time. Now go. Speak to him.
Genia 1:
Why donÂ’t you go? I have mine. I do not need two. Go you.
Genia 2:
Come on, I do not know them. You are already one of them.
Genia 1:
My kaki naki from the human traki. You lost your mind. Me like them. I am not proud to be like them.
Genia 2:
Kaki naki waki traki. Sorry, I made a mistake; I did not mean to insult or hurt you. Give me your heart, I will kiss it. Go; tell him I am his mother.
{The boy stood up, he looks worried, he kisses what is in his hands, and then he shouts:}
The boy:
Who is there? Show me your face.
Genia 1:
(from behind Ghost 2) your dear mother, she wants to talk to you.
The boy:
My mother! My mother is dead!
Genia 2:
Children of end of the age, your mother is alive. She is not dead. Sick, she is sick. She needs your help.
The boy:
She is not dead, she needs my help! Where is she now?
{He walks towards them; they move back, they hold on each other. Then}
Genia 1:
Do not! Do not come closer. She is very sick, stay there, she just needs your help, your support, dont you understand?
{The boy, after looking at them, he says:}
The boy:
None of you is my mother. Who are you?
{The two Genias jump and sing.}
Genia1+Genia 2:
We are what you fear.
We are the voices you hear,
We are, we are
The boy:
Go away. I am not afraid of you. I know you
Genia 1:
Tell us; tell us, what you know about us?
Genia 2:
We can help you.
The boy:
Go away. Leave me alone. I have no time for you. I do not need you.
{Genia 1 to Genia 2:}
Genia 1:
Leave him, let us go, he is young, his time has not come. I will tell you what they want.
Genia 2:
(impatient) Tell me what to do.
Genia 1:
(Whispering to Genia 2) Visit him on his bed. He is young and you will be his first one. Let us go, we leave him to grow.
{They hold each others hands, they leave.}
The boy:
I saw them, and I heard them, where have they disappeared, the two ghosts are not really, they came out of my thoughts. I created them, there is nobody, none is following me and the world is mine, it is with me, I can do what I want. I will protect it from the ghosts and the vampires.
{He kisses the world, holding it between his hands, He felt asleep, he is dreaming now}
Scene(3)
Voices:
The grown man had his three minutes break and he is back to the conditional world
Mr.I and I and I:
I am talking to my soul and searching for the far sun, I can see it now on top of the mountain sending us warmth and light.
The Soul:
From the far sun, the light hit me on the face; rivers of tears refresh my face from the heat and the light.
Mr.I and I and I:
I am sad, sad to the depths of my soul, I feel the amount of the pain that inhabited us and covered our live
Voices:
Where are we going?
With the pain and the destruction, we cannot go far!
What about tomorrow? Will it come?
Mr.I and I and I:
I am sad; my face to the ground, a knife is in the heart.
Oh my dear divine being! Why do I feel it? Why do I have to feel the pain? Why do I have to share it? Why do not me just
Voices:
Again, I feel something, a hand is touching me, this touch is different.
Mr.I and I and I:
I feel it straight to my heart, I am not able to move or to see the source, and I cannot speak
{He falls to the ground, she walks slowly to him, she touches him, then}
She:
I am humanity
I am the one, number 1
The real one
Tell the women, the men and the children.
Tell them I am de mother of all.
{He stands up, he runs behind her shadow, then}
Mr.I and I and I:
Humanity I love you
Humanity touch me
Humanity heal me
She:
I cannot handle this flood
Of my children blood
I am the mother, the mother of all
No one has the right to kill the other
You are all one tribe my tribe
Mr.I and I and I:
Humanity, can we stop the war, the hunger and the anger?
Humanity we believe in different things.
She:
All of you, you are my liver. Keep telling them. Do not give it up.
Mr.I and I and I:
Humanity, are you my soul?
Humanity, did you answer my call?
Humanity, can I see your face?
Humanity, touch me.
She:
Shushes
The boy is the grown man. He knows the answers.
{She leaves the place}
Mr.I and I and I:
Humanity, are you my soul?
Humanity, why do I feel so sad?
Humanity, am I bad?
Humanity, do not go.
Humanity, Humanity, Humanity
Humanity, Humanity, Humanity
Humanity where are you going?
Knock, knock, and knock
Where are you?
Humanity, where is my soul?
All:
There is no answer. Nobody is there to answer these silly questions. What will happen if I shout, if I draw what I see, what will happen if I translated what is inside me?Â…
Mr.I and I and I:
Lost, lost, lost
My soul is lost
My melodies are solo
I am very tired to play alone
Knock, knock, and knock
Are you there, my soul?
Please, open your door
{He collapses on the floor.}
Scene (4)
All:
Once upon a time, the whole world was a beautiful forest. The green was the life. The people were alive, they were hundred per cent living beings, with all what the word means. There were no wars, no violence, and no badness. They lived in peace and harmony. They were supportive. They survived in good health and longer, with no diseases or disasters. After many years, our wooded area from green started to turn into sallow. Our full-grown fellow was a youthful chap.
Somewhere not very far, two voyagers were on their way home after a long outing. They were tired, hungry and thirsty. They collapse on the first shadow they saw, one of them felt asleep immediately, the other was on his way when he began to see things happening in front of him. He tried to move, to wake up his friend and to shout, but he could not. He rubbed his eyes, he sank his teeth into his body, but nothing, he is not dreaming and he is not dead, he is witnessing
Voices:
A lake came to existence followed by a stunning palace adjoining it. In seconds creatures with their things packed the whole place, a big celebration is going on with music, light and a lot of noise. From a window on top of the palace appears who looks like the leader for the crowded life forms. Their shouting and cheering rise up. He laughs and moves his hands. The beings became calm. The music stopped. Thousands of eyes looked towards the leader who is speaking.
The Leader:
This is a historical meeting. Listen to me, clear your ears and open your minds. A pact is on the way. This meeting is unusual, the time for it and the place are different, and we are right now on what the humans call their home and their planet. It is my first time to meet you here. I read your thoughts; I can tell what is going inside your brains. Some of you are saying, lets get rid of the humans and have the whole place for us. Nothing like this is going to happen. Just the opposite, things will get better between our race and their race. We do need each other, Last week was the longest week in my life. My cabinet and I received more than three hundred human beings. They represented their race; they spoke in the name of their families and lovely ones. They all repeated the same thing: they want to live in peace and harmony with us; they want the two races to be one big and strong race. Our nature and traditions are not the same like theirs. This contradiction will make the union possible, such differences will make of the two races one mighty race. We need them and they need us.
During my life, I have loved many of their females. I am like anyone of you, I can control my mind but the control of my heart is not on my hands. A lot of you communicate with they and you go further.
We want such contact, such relations, you want them to be recognized and normalized, you want to see the fruits of your plantation, you want to have children with the human beings and the humans want the very same thing. Myself, I will be very happy to see how our mixture will look alike.
{Some from the crowd shouts:}
All:
Impossible!
It is impossible, leader.
{The leader ignored them and continued:}
The leader:
My last wife is human, she is five month pregnant and what she carries is mine, I am going to have a half human baby and any one of you can do the same thing, can start to think of it right now, the scientists of the two races have been working very hard, finally they discovered the methods and the sources to make it happens, the page is turned over, we found solutions for the few difficulties. Such relations will have the power to realize what presents a common project!
From now on, the humans are our brothers and sisters, and very soon, the two races will be a strong and powerful race. The Geniehumos race! Make your life goes easy with theirs and respect the pactum.
Is enough for now, I will see with you very soon. Thank you for your attention, salutes
{The creatures waved good-bye to the leader, while his palace was disappearing from the sight. The rest followed, including the lake, the creatures and their things.}
(Voyager 1 is Mr. I and I and I, Voyager 2 is The boy)
Voyager 1:
(trying to wake up his friend) Wake up! Wake up!
They have gone, everything is gone, unbelievable a whole world was in my hands, just now, wake up! Are you dead?
{He hears a voice.}
Gennia 1:
Do you remember me?
Voyager 1:
Remember! Who are you?
Coming closer to her, investigating her, then he jumps back.
Voyager 1:
You are not a human being!
Gennia 1:
So what? You are not like me, you forgot or what? You do not remember.
Voyager 1:
The Gennia woman!
Gennia 1:
My human!
{They hugged each other. Then voyager 1 runs back. He says:}
Voyager 1:
Dont you change? All these years and you stay the same. Dont you get older?
{He tries to wake up his sleeping friend.}
Voyager 1 (to his friend):
Wake up! Are you dead?
Gennia1:
Leave him, I want you, Come with me, I have plans for both of us.
Voyager 1:
What happened between us was in the past. Things changed. I am not the same, I have grown up and what happened was from the rage.
Gennia 1:
I am still young and I do not mind to be with you. My youth will give you back yours. Do not worry. Come with me, I do not want to force you. I picked you.
Voyager 1:
(trying to get rid of her grab)
what are you saying? What are you doing? I want to go back home.
Genia 1:
Home is with me (she shouts on him).
Come! Come human! I want you to give me what I deserve.
{Voyager 1 offers his hands. She leads, he follows.}
{Voyager2 stays in the same place sleeping.}
The Gennia returns with another Gennia to where voyager 2 is sleeping.
Gennia 2:
Please, tell me! Are they like ours? Is yours good?
Gennia 1:
He is good. Very good, is good.
Gennia 2:
Did he change a lot?
Gennia 1:
The human never change, they stay all the time the same.
Gennia 2:
They have small brains.
Gennia 1:
Mine lost our good reminiscences
Gennia 2:
Did he?
Gennia 1:
What a race yes, he did. Silly, they are silly
Gennia 2:
Are they? Teach me, I want to know more.
Gennia 1:
We will teach them, they will be better, just carry on the plan like the others. Our leader knows the humans more than anyone of us knows them.
Gennia 2:
Half.
Gennia 1:
Yes, half. Half is all we need. We need their half to make it better.
Gennia 2:
Help me to find my humus.
Gennia 1:
Already I have one for you. Follow me.
{They leave.}
Scene (5)
All:
The Grown man decided he would never give it up although the signs prove the opposite. His voice is the witness of long past and recent future, somewhere under the skies as roof he kept talking
Voices:
I cannot sleep at night, the pain is deep. I cannot sleep and I cannot wake up. I am in a position between the two. I have to pay attention and listen: a voice is teaching me and telling among your shit and the shit of others find your diamond, the years pass, keep searching, donÂ’t give it up, do not forget the poverty and the injustice.
She:
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Knock!
These are seven knocks, what a strange thing, it is very early and I am not expecting any visitor at this time. What do you want at this time?
I feel warmth, I feel hot, my feelings are mixed up, from the depth, and an answer ruined the confusion.
Mr.I and I and I:
Every one of you has his own one, that inner voice which keeps talking.
Someone is knocking at my door right now. I will open the door.
{Click, tick! Door open.}
Mr.I and I and I:
Welcome, come in, there is a cup of teechoeady for you.
The Echo:
Thank you, you are so kind.
All:
He gets in, he takes his place beside the window, I go to make the tea, when the smoke rose up, the tea was already half cup, I drunk my cup of tea and his cup of tea
Voices:
I see the smoke and I hear his voice very clearly. I see his sentences in front of me through the smoke; I am in my kitchen having my tea and smoking. I am not hallucinating or dreaming, if I did not hear the tea snoring and felt the smoke swimming in my blood I will say I am watching TV.
The Echo:
We live in a very progressive world, very fast and very advanced, people make love through a computer screen and even we can download our minds. The emotions are created for the machines through chemical imbalance, we can touch while communicating.
The system and the stimulate sensations finally come together, across the net many things never existed before they exist now, more than that they interfere in making our karma.
Why so many people die of hunger and disease?
Why the war and the killing?
Some kill others, some inspire others to kill themselves or others, and some kill themselves for the sake of killing others. What a horrible thing! What confusion!
Without disasters, we cannot have our morning tea or coffee, we cannot go to bed without seeing or smelling human blood.
All:
If there is no war, there is no news. No news at all. Our planet is full of shit, full of wicked intentions and vampires
Who is the responsible?
Who is to be blamed?
Is God the one?
The Echo:
The hands and the wailings reached the skies, the tears are rain, the blood is flood, and there is no answer back. Is God to be blamed?
Voices:
There is no answer; it is just the echo of the victims screaming.
The planet is our chance, we have to solve our problems without miracles, their time has gone, and we need to find the solution, which is not far.
The Echo:
The hands that made the damage are human hands. God has nothing to do with it, we are responsible for the fame and for the climate change and we are responsible for the whole. Again, God has nothing to do with it, and the devil has nothing to do with it, Iblis has collected his long tail long time ago and left us, among us there are a lot who are more destructive and wicked than the prince himself, that is why he left us.
Voices:
Some of us believe they can give and take life. They believe they are in a higher level. They believe they are saints with their miracles. I do really believe them; they can bring the rain, the famine and the pain. They are magicians
Mr.I and I and I:
60 years ago, we suffered from Hiroshima. Just yesterday after the celebration, Japan suffered from an earth quack, what a scary story. Have you ever seen a fish with a dish? If you have, you will understand what is in the dish
Voices:
There is no doubt some can make the black white and they are capable to return it black!
Good and bad, God and Devil, rich and poor, black and white. That is the way things go, that is the way that things run, how we live and how we spend our days that is everything about the Movie, our hero has no option, he cannot look back, if he wants to become God he has to offer his sacrifice to the Temple. He has to reach the top of the mountain, where he will have his book of salvation. There is nothing more to be said about the Movie, we know all the words and images, we can guess the movements and the sounds, we do not need more heroes, their time has gone.
All:
Let us accept from now on our world without heroes or leaders it is the new era we live in and we will survive
The Soul:
Can we get rid of religions?
Can we get rid of fanaticism?
What is the pure truth?
Do we live in the ERA of Religions?
Does the confusion dominate the whole planet?
What about the non-believers, do they believe in the No Believe?
The Echo:
The fact is on top of a mountain and we scale to the top from different sides, the truth is one like the almighty sun, one truth and many ways lead to it, the bad inhabited our souls, there is no magic which can free ours souls from its nail, we have to work in a spiritual level.
All:
Let us accept a new view.
Let us change our lives, knowing it is not an easy process
Voices:
It is a far long way, we have to go through and finally will meet with the new change, and we will have back what we have loosened.
Mr. I and I and I
What does it want from me?
I know it since a long time ago, it follows me
I cannot mix it with other voices. It is a voice I know not a whispering voice.
The first time I heard it I was young man. It was the voice of my green man. At that time, I was lost in a desert, a prisoner to the horizon, with the whole world on his hands.
All:
Be careful! Be careful! You are not the only one
You are not the only one who occupies the place; a base is given to you throecho the eternal space.
The Echo:
Look, inside you, look around you look up, look down you, dont you see? Listen! Can you hear?
Show respect.
Look at that bird, look at that snake, do not spit in your mothers face, respect the human race, one of billions, look at that ant with a mountain on her back, you are one of billions.
Can you see? Can you hear?
You are not the only one.
Follow the sun.
She:
Sing your song to the far moon,
Find your shadow under the rain,
Write your name on the sand of the pain
If you did it before do it now
Buy your ticket, get in the train
You are not the only one
Share; do not follow the rat race
Full your eyes with the grace
Eat your dreams
See through the dark
Stand firm, be beautiful, see beautiful
And do beautiful things, you are beautiful
Be careful, you are not the only one
You are not the only one who keeps on
Who try to find the tenderness?
He sleeps
