A theater festival is like a melon: you have to open it to know how it is.

As a fruit, the melon has many virtues (against depression, for example) and is used in different cures. Apart from being a fruit, however, it has several symbolisms that can give rise to many, sometimes suggestive, interpretations.

Why is everything falling apart? We have forgotten where we came from and do not know where we are going. Everything dies and to be born again you have to be willing to die. If we are lost, why don't we look back? Our tragedy is already 4000 years old. Lyrical tribute to ancient Greece, essential cradle of what we are, and its tragedy today, which is also ours. Love song to the humanistic origin of our culture, the basis of Western rational thought. Tragedy is the origin of everything.

Is it legitimate to exercise violence in any situation? Can we use it for purely artistic purposes? Who can and with what intentions?

We have denied violence and that is why we no longer know how to react to it.

This hypothetical play or performance takes place in a train carriage, it is a real sequence shot, it takes the time just between two metro stops and you are its only spectator.

What will you do? What would you do? What are you doing?

In an ideal setting, the theater is a place of collective reflection where anyone can be, one of the last spaces of freedom we have left.

If there is freedom in the theater, it should also exist in its advertising. And the most free advertising would be the one capable of questioning its own product and consumer.

The theater is only the flame, but it is the audience that must stir it.

Purgatory is a free interpretation of Purgatory. vrather than being like a mythological story about redemption. A cry in favor of the purge. A necessary purge to start over again, having learned from mistakes and pointing out culture as a powerful elevator capable of making the human soul soar.

A dangerous idea has taken hold: Culture is only for entertainment. It's a luxury. Because from the outside this place looks like a sunny amusement park? Maybe we sold ourselves badly and cheaply. Can we change it or is it useless? It is urgent to point the gun at us. If we consider culture as pure entertainment we will be Pinocchio on the island of pleasure. Playing, sleeping and laughing as we turn into donkeys that no longer serve only to carry stones.

An actress, Raquel Ferri, gives birth. And an actress, Raquel Ferri, plays the night and day during which she gave birth.

Dreams can also be a matter of life or death. In this dream, the actress multiplies into different women, and prepares to give birth. And in some moment (from the past or the future) he relives the desires, the fears, the hopes, the friction of the bodies in transformation.

At the decisive moment of childbirth, real life and acting embrace and look into each other's eyes, just as it always does in our lives.

And now... And now... And now... And now what? What! Now… Now… Now…

A health, social and cultural crisis that has changed everything has placed us in the land of absolute uncertainty, but the arts have always moved and will move in crisis and uncertainty!

A tired and economically exhausted country that is part of an old Europe that runs the risk of thinking about the past instead of drawing its future; this is the framework in which the Temporada Alta 2012 festival takes place.

Due to the economic crisis, there is a feeling of a certain general depression in the artistic world which, in addition, causes doubts to be generated about what the role of culture should be at a time like this.