ACT
I
THE
CREATOR
In
a mysterious and somber workshop, full of strange instruments and tools which
seem to be but shadows of a twisted mind, an inventor towering above the clouds
of his imagination is busily at work.
Trying
to extract life from a set of boxes he tries all kinds of tricks and combinations
which produce unexpected results.
Finally he is able to give birth to three disarticulated
selves which mirror his own frantic movements and try hard to get away from
his control without much success.

ACT
II
THE WEDDING
In a humble little town where the devil lost his poncho, the local priest
is holding an odd wedding. The very special bride and groom are about to
get not quite what they wished for.
After the wedding, the obligatory party gets under way at the bride's house.
As every bottle is emptied, neurons and social boundaries dissolve into
a merry chaos.
Then comes the honeymoon where the newlyweds will have a taste of what is
to
come. The setting is the best hotel in town that is just waiting to crumble
down under the weight of carelessness.
After the night has exhausted its cover the waiter enters, bringing an unforgettable
breakfast that will wake them up to their bizarre reality.

ACT III
UNDERGROUND
In a derelict subway station a group of old characters escaped from a surreal
dream wait for the train that will take them to their destiny.
An old and feeble man, barely able to walk shakes visibly and hangs on to
his cane as if it was his lifeline. His wife, an old woman pretending to
be a "Lolita" keeps her purse tucked under her arm afraid of the
world as she prods her husband along.
A stale hippie, stuck on the 60's with "brain dialing busy" looks
in vain for peace and love all around, while a lady, still in nightgown
and rollers tries to hit on him, afraid of remaining a spinster forever.
Enter an old houseboy, boombox in shoulder strutting to the rhythm of an
inner music. This rhythm slowly spreads through their dreamworld triggering
a chain reaction that slowly infects the group. They are magically transported
on a fast track to their youth where feebleness and wrinkles fade and bones
and muscles shake their fatigued shells to the point of bursting.
The unintelligible voice of the announcer brings them back to reality and
they are swept away by the train with their frozen faces looking blindly
through the window.

(c) 2004 Teatro Nuestro