de-género humano. 

 There is only one thing I am clear about in these times, and that is that we are a fantastic gender for receiving and giving. Born to keep searching for love in the cradle of despair. Neither theater, nor dance, nor performance: pure confession.

 

  A play of textualities that arise from a silent subject on stage, a subject broken by the passage of time around an identity that is traversed by family, femininity, and sex. Unleashing the (non) expression of a rebellion indignant at the silence that these experiences generate. This leads to a construction and a social reading of the female gender itself composed of a choir, with multiple voices.

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Premiered El Desleal, Tenerife

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