Our drop is not a trip, there are two. On the one hand, the physical and natural journey of the water cycle itself, its various states, its usefulness, your need, your way, its existence as vapor in the clouds, its fall in the form of rain, its passage through the rivers and its arrival at the sea. In summary, all those natural processes that surround the endless journey of a droplet of water. Our drop is not a trip, there are two. On the one hand, the physical and natural journey of the water cycle itself, its various states, its usefulness, your need, your way, its existence as vapor in the clouds, its fall in the form of rain, its passage through the rivers and its arrival at the sea. In summary, all those natural processes that surround the endless journey of a droplet of water.
On the other hand, this trip, It is also a poetic journey. Ours is not just any drop, it's a tear, therefore, a drop that arises from emotion, that comes straight from the heart. Such a special droplet does not conform and revolutionizes all the characters it encounters.. Driven by the children themselves, it gets lost in the air, until she is found by her father the wind that weaves her to form a cloud. Travel through the air, along with other clouds and it rains, and wets fields and deserts, until you reach the river... and then the sea? No, our drop, followed by the others refuses to reach the sea. The Turtle, The Whale and the Crab don't know what's happening. However, finally, our drop and the other adventurers flow to the sea, and from there it returns to the eye of the puppeteer from which it came, but, again driven by children, begins its journey again in an endless cycle.
We will quote here Jacques Cousteau who said "We forget that the cycle of water and the cycle of life are one and the same".
Inc.. Arbolé
puppet theater
