The literary-musical show “Solitude at the bottom of the needle”, directed by Ignácio de Loyola Brandão and Rita Gullo, is intelligent, sensitive, a charm for the eyes, ears and soul. The musical piece throws itself into life stories and writings Ignácio's life, while his daughter sings during breaks.
From childhood to the thrilling encounter with Sophia Loren in Italy, 
the play unfolds tenderly and one hour it seems little for so much life. 
At a certain moment the author asks an old-aunt who used to embroider:
-And loneliness?
"We play at the bottom of the needle," she replied.
In this quarantine I ask myself: where did loneliness go?
We played on the bottom of the sofa, the hammock, the refrigerator, the bed.
I played on the bottom of fear, crying, anguish, the book read in half. 
I played in front of a new diet, his lap rediscovered. 
I played in Tobby's warm, sweet fur warmed by the dreary mornings of a city silenced by lockdown and uncertainty.
I played in the background of unfinished writings, photos of distant friends, photos of memories that seem too far away, when in fact it was only 6 months ago.
 I played in hopes of one day having a simple way out, of not having to use more the mask clasping the ear, that all the dead may be watched with dignity.
I threw it in the bottom of my dreams, the sandal that is outside to not contaminate the house, the alcohol that I pass on Tobby's hands and feet. 
In the end, I played into oblivion, since I could see that I wasn't that alone .Loneliness was rebuilt and redesigned in the beginning of the decade to remember that we need to connect in a real way, more offline than online, without likes or comments,
 just a lot of sharing of love and equality.