A rehearsal underway on a theater stage. Suddenly, a group of people stormed a family: Father, Mother, Daughter, Son and two young children. They are, they say, characters in search of an author ... The play by Pirandello can express its power, tremendous strength, because it contains a mystery that is the contamination of the visible world with the invisible world , "a surreal world." The theater is then invaded by what is essentially his own heart, his sap characters! Characters that are not only in search of an author, but of the entire theater. Whole theater must serve them, will be sucked by their existence, their incompleteness, for their violent drama is not even consumed. This tragedy must be "repeat" for making it happen. The richness of these nesting causes dizziness and opens a discussion on the theatrical creation in its ins and outs of his most intimate. The theater world becomes like the place of manufacture of all possible: incest barely disguised the violent death of innocents. The family of characters is in the future compared to players who are in the present, which function as a chorus to this. This is your chance to try to exceed the limits of theater, not denying, but bringing them to paradoxical consequences. To a modern dream: a curtain falls, throbbing like a living thing, freezes in absolute stillness; a sheet becomes home or theater. A movable ring, a scaffold, a raft, where each is found, as the Father said, "chained and nailed to eternity."