In popular culture, we were familiar with the songs of Piaf or Brassens: “it’s not every day they laugh. Really!”, an astonishing woman, a prostitute with a big heart but flamboyant, not subjected to her daily life because she is humanist and rebellious.
These are more than the memoirs of a young woman whose destiny led her to console, to listen, to maintain strength and patience to conform to the desires of men that Coraly Zahonero offers us, a member of the Comédie Française with a gentle tone, a strong voice, and the slight accent of this woman of Spanish origin!
But her pain takes us from complaint, not without humor and philosophy, to revolt against the people in power, the institutions that preach morality and give a bad conscience when hypocritically they go to see the girls! And it’s those people who legislate on their status. Yet they are the “doctors of the world.” “What does Socialism do for the hunchbacks, the divorced, the suicidal?” she exclaims, very candidly!
As for God, she wishes as many tortures upon him as she has endured, caring little about blasphemy. She also wants to be the standard-bearer for all frustrated women, asked to remain pure and to stay the woman of a single man, even an unattainable one. And it is with a vibrant incandescence and enthusiasm that she feels she is the custodian of all those who vanished without having known pleasure.
With two knowing glances at the audience, she prettily adds that we should decorate the sidewalks with roses and velvet as the human situations they handle are so admirable. Confidences, a plea, and beautiful outbursts of refined poetry, clearly seen, but above all where all her flesh and soul are engaged. She sometimes describes herself as without matter, color, appearance; she sees herself as a “medusa in her mirror of blood.” This woman was a great writer and painter, who passed away in 2005.
The actress will be accompanied by two musicians: Floriane Bonanni on violin and Hélène Amtzen on saxophone.
Thanks to Coraly and Philippe Caubère, who supported it, it exists.
Roland Haugade.
