" Too late.
Too soon.
A suitcase rests upon waiting dust.
Time for a trifle
And everything is gone.
A feather. A hand. A nail. A silence.
Laughter plants flowers around the void.
In the room of carefreeness
There is no one. "

After his legendary " Monsieur Ballon " created in 1973 and the more than 1,700 performances world-wide of his " Huh ?", "Bof", "S.O.S.", and "Flash", Yves Lebreton returns to the theatrical stage in the company of his new personage “No One”.
This creation, devised and interpreted by Yves Lebreton, is a humorous fantasy. A fantasy in which irony and the absurd answer each other in a dialogue that is always re-invented between the actor and his own stage props : the worry of a suitcase, the severity of a plank, the subtle point of a nail, the inconstancy of a drinking glass, the frankness of a hammer, the inertia of a chair, the tenacity of a footstool, the eccentricity of a hand, the malice of an oil cruet, the arrogance of a saw, the indecision of a piece of string, and the laziness of a feather.
The extreme insouciance and lightness of this creation makes vain all attempts at recounting it. It cannot be narrated because it does not narrate anything. The particular nature of its plot is not to have one, to make the action originate from emptiness, to transform the insignificant into signs of presence. No One is nothing more than a passer-by lost in the tumult of the world, a daydreamer who navigates amid the clouds of his imagination. His journey is a play-fable, an invitation to dream, to divide reality up around a single guiding thread : that of entertainment and diversion…

" What’s that ?
A hanging garden.
What’s it for ?
For watering the stones.
When ?
At the winter solstice.
Why ?
To perfume the clouds
When it rains.