Mitaro

Mitaro
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Namur

Namur
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Toso

Toso
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Fando

Fando
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Lis

Lis
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Originally uploaded by Hamletmaschine

Originally uploaded by Hamletmaschine

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Originally uploaded by Hamletmaschine

Originally uploaded by Hamletmaschine

Originally uploaded by Hamletmaschine

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Los hombres del paraguas

Los hombres del paraguas
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Fando y Lis

Fando y Lis
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Work in pogress - Día 4

Work in pogress - Día 3

Work in pogress - Día 2

Work in pogress - Día 1

Del 6 al 9 de agosto, Teatro El Galeón, entrada libre.

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Oh, pero que bien se está aquí

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Me lo comeré todo de golpe entonces.

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Pero el encendedor no enciende.

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Ya es hora de fumarse un bombón.

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Sí, así es.

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Antes que nada, cuidar las formas.

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¿Llueve o hace sol?

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Todo lo que está arriba es interesante.

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Se está bien aquí.

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Vaya clima.

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Me levanto con cualquier excusa.

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Vigilo mis manos.

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Lo guardaré en mi sombrero.

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No me lo comeré ahora, me observan.

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Allí está uno.

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Toso, que busca bichos en el suelo.

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Elías nos presenta a Toso.

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Después de otro instante de oscuridad, volvemos donde empezamos. Inmóviles, a la pareja la ilumina un sol fijo. Pero aún así calienta.

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Y eso es todo, señoras y señores.

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El árbol preferido de las aves y del viento.

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Pero las cosas no quedaron así, de su tumba creció un árbol como ningún otro, un árbol rojo,

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Así que lo condenaron a muerte.

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Lo encerraron por miedo, pero no dejo de besarlo todo... el suelo, el piso, las rejas de su celda.

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Lo besaba todo, todo.

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Esta es la historia... del hombre que lo besaba todo.

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Una obra dentro de una obra.

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Ponganse cómodos.

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Que bonitas trenzas, señora.

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Saludo al respetable público.

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Mi llamado a gritos prosigue.

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Esplendor anímico.

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Pareciera que nos dirigimos a un tiempo sin electricidad, un tiempo fuera del tiempo.

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Una invitación en voz alta.

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Anuncio a gritos el evento.

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Los llevo o me llevan, yo que sé.

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Recojo a mis personajes

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Lis nos cuenta un cuento.

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El rostro permanece.

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Los colores del fuego.

Y con ella te ilumino.

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Yo, Lis, sostengo mi propia luz.

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Yo, Lis, el contorno.

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Yo, Lis, el resplandor.

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Yo, Lis, reflejando la luz.

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Yo, iluminada.

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De nuevo la oscuridad.

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Y el tambaleo... se vuelve danza.

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Un yo vegetal

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Lis, una demiurga tambaleante.

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Damos la espalda a la luz, que aún sigue allí.

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Algo nos ayuda, desde afuera.

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De nuevo la oscuridad.

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Una luz de calor.

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...y la encuentra.

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Quy Lan nos presenta su Lis.

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Y aún no sé si lo que está fuera es una amenaza, o una esperanza.

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Alimento a las aves.

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Yo velo tu sueño.

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Duerme cómodo.

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Yo también.

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Te doy un poco, no lo rechaces.

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Este líquido concentra mi dulzura.

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Hay algo afuera, no sé qué es.

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"Yo quiero tener un millón de amigos" se escucha en el entorno, quizás con ironía.

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Namur vaga sin rumbo, o al menos no conoce su destino.

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Nosotros somos tres.

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Ahora Valeria nos presenta a Namur.

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El drama de la célula.

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Esto también es el cuerpo, el espacio.

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Hacia el detalle, hacia lo infinitamente diminuto.

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Recorta o parece recortar puntas finisimas de su cabello.

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Valeria va a los extremos.

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El grado cero.