Something smells of ash in each work (2.020)

AUTHOR: Rogelio San Luis Ramos

Synopsis

My work is number 150. After a brief reminder on my theatre and the general. AUTHOR is going to write on your table. YOUNG woman asks him to give life. You must wait. Goes on like nothing between shadows. For gallantry, creates a WOMAN who seeks to be perfect and yearns for a prince. It is not good to be alone. Creates MAN. She does not like and have to model it. For consideration is born YOUNG. Mutis AUTHOR. The couple falls in love. A YOUNG man likes a WOMAN. It is not reciprocated. Mutis YOUNG woman in a role very annoying. Enter AUTHOR. The couple goes to his apartment. Listening to toasts and dancing. Enters YOUNG. It brings a pump. The boot. "Popeye, a sailor I'm going." You can be the inventor of the atomic bomb. A great scientist! Is the aries words tender of the couple. YOUNG man becomes indignant. Throws them to the pump. Sprout flames. They invade. All they take refuge next to table. The AUTHOR opens his ten drawers with their works. Death characters. The AUTHOR, who thinks of Pirandello, Unamuno and Jacinto Grau immolates between their characters

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Rogelio San Luis Ramos

MY BIOGRAPHY TO SCENE was unaware that there was no one I had discussed. What a surprise. I went to court to ask for a birth certificate for one of my characters and I found mine. Had come to life, in La Coruña (Spain), April 22, 1935. I read it, as if it were a book, the pages of my memories. Dwelt in the darkness, was a companion of shadows without sense. The light, from the spotlight, he showed me the reality. Dwelt on an empty stage, in a space of fiction. I had to invent my own being, arise between the nothing. My imagination was creating the argument that it should interpret. I painted the backdrop for the world, a home, parents, society. The whole history of humanity can be found in the tables on which it represents its absurd spectacle. I was happy, I was playing in theater, I felt free. I soon stopped being one. Tanks, ships and planes invaded us. The authors died shot or went too far. The scenario, kidnapped

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