Angels who dragged the wings by gloomy corners, By rooms per hour, consuming their artificial paradises. They play with marked letters their lost departure in advance. Cornered by violence only a few dreams left to spend. Characters who, beyond the walls of the prison or the limits of the periphery, know that the sentence is their own existence.. A destination that cannot be dodged, although their hearts witchuleen after love. Even the most sordid arises hope. Flowers of the garbage dump that grow at night.
LA ZARANDA explores with this work the most hostile territory of everyday life, From the picaresque tradition, With his bleak humor, crossing social reading in search of a sense of elevation, opens the door to the poetic within the sordid, A light slot in the dark. Reaching other limits where reality and fiction are combined, existence and setting.
The work with which the company will carry out 48 years for the scenarios throughout the world. Always understanding Theater as a mystery, risk, and offering the silenced voices.
