A classic of Dimitri Leue, Goethe and Vondel
In the beginning, there was a finger and a mouth, a point and a stick, a human being and an angel, a man and a woman, an angel and a god, a father and a tree, fruits and questions, everything came with two. Even the wings, the eyes and the eyelashes. And then…? What did come then? One, two… many. Then, as if it was nothing, everything came. And even that came by two.

Dimitri Leue wrote a classic theatre play for Froe Froe.
We will play it in a mixture of figures and actors, with live music and a scenery where also the public gets involved.

Performed by: Maarten Bosmans, Jenne Decleir, Inge Paulussen, Tiny Bertels, Isabelle Van Hecke and Reinhilde Decleir
Technical support by Ann Desart, Melissa Van Geldere and Ina Peeters
Costumes and puppetry: Moniek Jacobs
Production assistance: Kristin Van der Weken
PR: Suzie Gielkens
Lay out: Rob Marcelis
Dramaturg: Jan Maillard
Directed by: Marc Maillard

Where?  De Vrije Val II  Namenstraat 7 Antwerpen from 24 October until 24 November 2003.
Tickets: HETPALEIS: 03.202.83.60

(A finger points. Out of that finger Adam grows. Finger to finger with God. A flash of lightning. A mouth blow and Eve appears. Flash of lightning. We are in Paradise on earth.)  

Adam:
I am born out of a fingertip.
Eva:
Everybody who thinks that fingers only point, grasp and hold, shut up.
You do not know Adam. His fingers serve a higher cause.
Adam:
Love.
Eva:
What he can do with his fingers, is more than caressing. Stronger than moulding. Merrier than massaging.
What he can do with his fingers, is heavenly.
Adam:
It is a question of using your ten fingers. Treat every finger as an individual.
Eva:
Do not use your fingers like they are all the same.
Adam:
No. Every finger is unique.
Eva:
The thumbs are both strong and while the left thumb presses deep circles into my skin, the right thumb strikes deep lines over my back.
Adam:
With my left pointing finger, I glide over the skin like a skier. Slalom. Without a pattern.
Eva:
His right pointing finger softly tics up and down. As the head of a dove.
Adam:
My left middle finger rolls to and fro like a cradle. The right middle finger scrapes.
Eva:
The left ring finger scratches. The right ring finger offers his head like a cat.
Adam:
The left pinkie tickle. And the right pinkie dances.
Eva:
I am born out of a mouth.
Adam:
Everybody who thinks that mouth eat, drink and talk, shut up.
You do not know Eve. Her mouth serves a higher cause.
Eva:
Love.
Adam:
Her lips move in thousand curves, breeze, blow and bow.     
Push firmly or open up softly.
Eva:
And suck. To suck is to try to breath in the body of another.
Adam:

And I have not talked about the tongue yet. The tongue who caresses, licks, dances and does magic.
Eva:
And the teeth.
Adam:
An ivory army that surrounds me and makes me a prisoner.
Eva:
And nibble an ear knob or wherever. To nibble is talking with a body part of someone else.
Adam:
Daily I get lost on her face.
Even though I know that if you follow the line of her nose wing, and walk over the bridge of her nose to make a left turn when you touch her eyebrow, where you glide down her eyeball into her lashes, you can see right into her clear blue eyes.  
Eva:
I know that if you follow the edge of his lips, you fall into the pit of his cheek.
Adam:
I know her face better than I know mine. And still I get lost daily when I look at her.
Eva:
I have already passed hours in the pit of his cheek.
Adam:
She is raised by the sun. You can see that by her beams.
Eva:
He does not need the sun. You can feel that by his warmth.
Adam:
She is such a woman where pearls and necklaces disappear in the skin. Does she wear diamonds or do diamonds wear her? Who embellishes what and what embellishes who? To guess jewellery.
Eva:
Herbs and flowers with your tastes, odours and colours stay in your areas because someone is here who comes out.
Adam:
Candy, sugar and honey, go back in the kitchen cupboard  because someone is here who is sweeter than you, someone who does not spoil my teeth but touches them carefully.
Eva:
Bacteria and viruses, go infect your selves, because sicker as this I cannot be. Sick of love.
Adam:
My life compassion, my madcap. Can lips be lilies? Eyes Southern seas? Hair as exploded gold. An explosion in my face. I can only stare or wander because if I really look at you, I become crazy. Crazy. Crazy. Crazy.
Eva:
If this is being crazy. Let me be crazy. Muscle mass, bone mechanic, blood and organs, what would you be without skin? Nothing. You would fall apart. It is the skin that skins you together. Honour for who deserves honour, Adam. My skin must be celebrated. Use your fingers, guide me to your fingertips.
Adam:
O, my darling, my dove, my love, my loving, loveling, lovelingling, my goldmine, use your lips, use your mouth.

(they come closer, caress each other and kiss)