I am a woman a woman's body that speaks in verse. The four actresses in the cast protest on stage about the limited female range offered by classical theatre. Basically virgins or whores. Records both separated by a thin line that can only be crossed in one direction. Irene Serrano who could very well have been on this same stage tonight performing The Lady and the Maid by Miguel del Arco says she wants to become a squid.
A squid to be able to expel a cloud of ink when she needed it but not to hide or to flee but to smudge the verses the manuscripts the circles the fashion advertisements to free herself from grievances. To my solitudes I go from my solitudes I come because my UAE Phone Number thoughts are enough to walk with me. I don't know what it is about the village where I live and where I die. The monologue turns into a conversation when a “gentleman from the audience” gets up and ignoring the prevention rules requested by the organization leaves the theater.
Just a few seconds later a “lady from the audience” does her own thing while she declaims in a clear voice without rhyming verse “I came to see classical theater.” You can hear her bitter lamentations about the lack of rhyme in the text. They must be the verses that lament this sea of placid thoughts. Brains connect and try to fit the pieces into their context. What seemed like a calm sea may not be so calm. I am neither right nor wrong with me; but my understanding says that a man who is all soul is captive in his body.
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