Archivos de la categoría: Teatro

Capitalismo y crisis

One moment, the stage is empty. Next moment, the whole company appears, shimmering. There is one younger woman, and one older, but otherwise they are all men in suits- ranks of them. The Author, a tall man, sixties, speaks. Author This isn’t a play. It’s a story. It doesn’t pretends only to be a story. […]


ASTROFF. Yes, ten years have made me another man. And why? Because I am overworked. Nurse, I am on my feet from dawn till dusk. I know no rest; at night I tremble under my blankets for fear of being dragged out to visit some one who is sick; I have toiled without repose or a […]


Rita. What were you terrified of? Dieter. Well, if you want the whole story, I was reaching for the Scotch one night- Anita enters, with a bottle of champagne. Anita. Just opening this; I haven’t gone away! Rita. We’re fine. Dieter. And I was suddendly convulsed with pain and I was violently sick-it was quite […]

Do you love me?

Do you love me? GOLDE: Do I what? TEVYE: Do you love me? GOLDE: Do I love you? With our daughters getting married And this trouble in the town, You’re upset, you’re worn out, Go inside, go lie down. Maybe it’s indigestion. TEVYE: Golde, I’m asking you a question- Do you love me? GOLDE: You’re […]


JERRY I hear you’re seeing a bit of Casey. EMMA What? JERRY Casey. I just heard you were…seeing a bit of him. EMMA Where did you hear that? JERRY Oh…people…talking. EMMA Christ. JERRY The funny thing was that the only thing I really felt was irritation, I mean irritation that nobody gossiped about us like […]

La verdad sobre perros y gatos.

(…) Aurelia: ¿El amor del gato y del perro? Ramiro: Sí. Porque esos dos encantadores animales domésticos simbolizan los grupos en cuestión y hasta se diría que ambos están en el mundo para ser preferidos respectivamente por los seres que constituyen los dos grupos. El gato es todo egoísmo y frialdad, el perro es todo […]


Tamara de Lempicka, “Autorretrato” NORA. You’ve never really loved me. You just thought it was fun to be in olve with me-that´s all… It’s true Torvald. When I lived at home with papa, he would tell me what he thought about eveything, so I never had any opinions of my own. And if I ever […]

El azar y sus bromitas.

“PATRICIA.- (Sin moverse.) Gabi… ¿qué es todo ésto? GABI.- ¿A qué te refieres? PATRICIA.- Todas estas oscuras jugarretas del azar… Como si él se riese de nosotros… Creíamos poder razonarlo todo y él nos demuestra los ciegos que estamos… GABI.- Procuremos abrir los ojos. PATRICIA.- ¿Podremos? GABI.- ¿Qué quieres decir? PATRICIA.- ¿Seguiremos repitiéndonos, y no […]