Circle Theater

Forty, thirty nine, thirty eight, thirty seven, where does the fear of giving birth come from?, thirty six, thirty-five, From the fear of pain or the fear of death?, thirty four, thirty three, thirty two, and you, how did you come into the world?, thirty one, do you talk about it?, thirty, ... Read more

Un cuento acumulativo, en el que cada nueva estrofa plantea un nuevo personaje, una situación, o un estado de ánimo. A pesar de su argumento sencillo y clásico: Una princesa amenazada por un dragón, nos sorprende al convertirse, suddenly, in it "anticuento".

Forty, thirty nine, thirty eight, thirty seven, where does the fear of giving birth come from?, thirty six, thirty-five, From the fear of pain or the fear of death?, thirty four, thirty three, thirty two, and you, how did you come into the world?, thirty one, do you talk about it?, thirty, ... Read more

They are in the middle of nowhere. Locked in their premises with the noise of the city far away and with theirs very close. Nobody listens to them. Soundproofed, surrounded by egg cups, not to disturb, so they don't bother them. To scream in a silent death rattle. Neither old glories nor young promises. This is what Los Osamenta are like. ... Read more

They are in the middle of nowhere. Locked in their premises with the noise of the city far away and with theirs very close. Nobody listens to them. Soundproofed, surrounded by egg cups, not to disturb, so they don't bother them. To scream in a silent death rattle. Neither old glories nor young promises. This is what Los Osamenta are like. ... Read more

They are in the middle of nowhere. Locked in their premises with the noise of the city far away and with theirs very close. Nobody listens to them. Soundproofed, surrounded by egg cups, not to disturb, so they don't bother them. To scream in a silent death rattle. Neither old glories nor young promises. This is what Los Osamenta are like. ... Read more

They are in the middle of nowhere. Locked in their premises with the noise of the city far away and with theirs very close. Nobody listens to them. Soundproofed, surrounded by egg cups, not to disturb, so they don't bother them. To scream in a silent death rattle. Neither old glories nor young promises. This is what Los Osamenta are like. ... Read more