How many love stories exist? What do Virginia Woolf and Aeneas have to do with each other? In which they connect the love of Daenerys, the d'Adriano and the performer's? Where love is found, the design and the sex? What does love promise us so that we can't stop looking for it? Why is love still there?, after so many centuries of human history, in the center of everything? Why can it hurt so much?? Why it can take us to sublime states and voids that nothing else can take us to? It is the same love in every moment of life? Today's love is different? Is love a political statement? There is something left to wonder about love? Something remains to be said? This contemporary theater company is already maturing, think so, that it's worth messing around with a love story. And that it is necessary to follow that impulse that we feel to share something so private with an audience.
