Under the stars of Sicilian summer nights, a circus comes alive. Two cleaning ladies quarrel on the circus ring, water spills all over the ground. A clumsy juggler tries to stick a feather in his red nose. A second juggler, a very serious one indeed, throws his diablo over the lemon trees, but his not-so-elegant assistant trips over it. Then a magician appears. He makes a spectator rise in the air, he saws a lady in two. The trick is there, and you can see it. Music keeps playing. A flame the size of a rose rises from the mouth of the ringmaster, the curtains dance gently with the wind. It smells of jasmine flowers.
Circo Zimpum pitched its tent for the first time in 1998. Ten years later, it staged a memorable final show before its ringmaster embarked on new adventures. Inspired by the legendary Moira Orfei, Circo Zimpum is first of all my creation of a circus in its simplest form.
