What is the time that run out for whom lives the moment?
Why the moment is made of an instant?
Driiin is the closure of a circle to open other.
A clown lives his own time made of moments, moments that bounce in his all body.
He manages to imprison the time in the motion, in the moment, living the moment.

On stage few, very few things:
An alarm clock, that marks the time indomitable, where the absence of ticking, for a little while create the illusion of not being anymore slave of two inexorable hands.
The time desk, place from where everyone passes. From there passes also punctuality, delays, performance, wasting time…
Comedy of minimum gestures, of a body.
Poetic show where a clown knocks in the time, creates the time, stop the time and for a little while stand out of time.