three people, angels or animals, what more woman. I don't care, I don't care who these three people are, angels or animals that spew bad milk at what they see, what surrounds them and what happens to them. I care what they say, which is what they do, what they breathe and the questions they leave in the air. This work is an excess, i know, m’alegre. three people, angels or animals make a review of society, politics and their own passions. They tell us what they see and between them everything reaches the limit: violence, amor, tenderness. "The king of the animals is an idiot" is an impudent work. "The king of the animals is an idiot" is a love story, rather several love stories, and if we punctuate correctly we should say: it is a story of promiscuity. Promiscuity of violence, promiscuity of ideas. Really in this work everything is mixed.
