From the interaction between characters was born the creation of the moment, day by day, simulated on a rehearsed stage where each one knows by heart their lines because they are their own feelings that reveal themselves in an illusory fiction. Chimera, utopia, the simple magic of words, is still a philosophy, it is still magic, when everything seems to culminate in an act of poetic existence that burns in the fingers and triggers telluric movements in the bodies of the actors.
This play is not theater, it is not representation, it is mere fiction embodied by those who wear it, man and goddess, beings of other dimensions portrayed in a history of illusions.