What kind of Othello are we playing about here?
I’m pretty sure he’s not the Moorish general, in the Venetian army, who killed his wife for jealousy in the Shakespeare’s tragedy.
I can’t hear anything turbid, desperate or violent in these notes, on the contrary, i can feel sweetness, and hope and a little bit of irony (just not to go overdose on sugar).
Maybe we are inside a flashback... “You know, before all that drama I was a simple guy...I used to love sunsets and the pastel colours of my town...”
Or maybe Othello is a cat (they always have strange names) and Chilly Gonzales turned all his affection to him into a pianistic caress...
Theatre Of Delays moves our mysterious protagonist to an enchanted and childish dimension, where Othello could be the puppet king in a realm of socks (if you listen carefully you can hear him singing softly).