In a world folded in on itself, dead, without palpitations, there are still those who want to be amazed, those who desire the journey, those who do not want to resign themselves to the death of dreams, but chase them as if they were the last remaining frontier. Chasing the dream, chasing a fairy tale, in times where everything is predetermined, where one is forced to grow up, almost seems like the desire of a madman. Callé is not having it, he wants to live the dream. He wants the impossible: that the fairy tale can become reality and that Mariposa, the girl with butterfly wings, can return to be seen in the world. In a time so close that it could touch our shoulders, when the paths led to the peaks that touch the sky and the butterflies spoke to men; beyond the woods, after the railroad tracks, just behind the shores of the lake, on the plateau of the border lands, before the great metal towers, one day Mariposa appeared, a butterfly with the body of a girl. But in that land, people had stopped dreaming. The dreams had been stolen by a rich man who had torn off Mariposa’s wings and taken her heart, to then exhibit her in the city’s large square like a ridiculous mechanical butterfly. Between past and present, abuses and injustices, tears and smiles, like a thread that gets lost in the well, memories take on color in the voices of Callè and Chiodino and the story told, going beyond words, crossing glances, takes us to places where perhaps it is still possible to meet the dream.
“Mariposa, the mechanical butterfly” 2002 Ribalta Prize, finalist for the Stregagatto 2000, obtained the following mention from the international jury: ‘captivating, expressive and capable actors, who transport us to a universe where freedom and courage prevail over the cruelty of a world dominated by money.’
