There are stories that we never told and others that would be better not to tell. Stories that make us become huge in the eyes of the listeners and others that shrink us dramatically. There are times when we feel the need to tell, confess, but the story remains entangled in the throat and between the word that would open a huge door and the silence, separates them only a tiny emptiness, as the small stone on the edge of a cliff, where a little bit of wind or the weight of a butterfly, would make fly below. Four characters, four people sometimes intimate, others denied, will be “telling” stories in different ways, with words, with images, with the body and action, and with silence, without thinking about what will cause. Four different personalities too near to each other in both temporal and physical space, saturated by every sign from the presence of the others, fighting for attention and intimacy. Irritated like on a Sunday family’s lunch, they wish to find a story they never told.