Destiny

Conspiracy

Forgotten women

The first woman

Identity

Imperfection

What is beautiful and what is ugly?

A woman willing to be a man

Fate, Fear, Faith, Falling, Flood, Forgive, Fracture, Father, Face, Fullness, Freedom

Fair is foul and foul is fair

Fair is foul and foul is fair

Fair is foul and foul is fair

Omens

Weavers

Superstitions

Threads

Weaving memories, weaving turbulent dreams, they enter the red carpet of prophetic destiny. Together, they become the bodies of a past of bloodthirsty sisterhoods and of a death foretold. Together, they also lie as multiple facets of oneself. Pieces of a history intertwined by alienated, orchestrated and disjointed gestures.

Children of an unnameable story that has already been told a thousand times, but this time from a different perspective. From that animism of Lorca mixed with a taste of night and fruit. And from the hundred years of another solitude: of two men and a woman howling for their lost ones, whose bloody bodies have been ravaged and forgotten.

One of them preaches his passage with a growing fury. The other two remain, dormant. Then, they meet, entangling themselves like dogs hungry for truth. Chasing their shadows full of rage, they become one again, confronting the weight of their actions, hiding their absences, challenging fear head on.

A hundred years separate them, contain them and bring them together in a game of roles, of conflicts, of persecutions. Fixed looks, hopes, distances, resignations, exclusions. She with him, he with him, she with her, they unite in sensual walks of underground metamorphosis, pursued by madness.

And she, who sang alone under the moon, will dance wholeheartedly guided by her hands, which have been weakened by the losses of the past, but without ever forgetting the freedom of time.