Handsome and ruthless. Virile and fatherly. Banal and splendid. Clumsy and seductive. Viro is split in two and his two sides either complement or impatiently deny each other.
Viro has good manners, he is poised, he knows etiquette but tiny uncontrolled gestures agitate him, tormenting him on an incessant sound rhythm that manages to ruffle his thoughts but not his silver hair.
Viro has the look of a contemporary man and challenges the two dancers on stage, forcing them into a tight score that can only be performed in a state of apnoea. Who knows if Viro also has their faces.
