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Before Forests

Synopsis

Rain, rain, rain ... A man, whose name is unknown, he sees another man in a lonely street ... in the middle of the night in the rain ... ... try to follow it to find it, you run with him, accompany him, that will listen. ... Just for a moment, when we installed in a site will tell you everything. Human loneliness seem disclosed in a sort of tower of babel to shake the impossible into the embrace consummated. The man on the run, does a Lie? Do you invent? "Delirious? I am a man ... made of bones, muscles, blood ... I mess with all those beating the street type who always want to catch us for fools ... look, I might have called "The Enforcer." Or talk to the anguish of standing, breathing, holding the possible channel of communication with the other? ... I see, that the factory, or even thinking! ... The factory that manufactures fuck ... the fuck not ... look I have an idea, my idea of \u200b\u200ba union is internationally ... that the international scale very important, I'll explain later ... if not to himself, venting his impotence, his own voice unfolding, questioning everything address the many mirrors that trigger his tormented spirit? ... Mate! ... Mate! ... Mate! ... I do not like what you remember you're abroad ... No doubt it is revealed that another will remain the everyday self trapped in a reality that finds unjust and hostile, hugging shots excluded and sick to survive loneliness. ... I've been looking for someone who was like an angel in the middle of this shit ... and you're here ... and everything else ... I still do not know how I could tell you, why mess, what the fuck, mate, and then always ... rain, Rain, rain, rain ... "The Night Just Before The Forests "Pre-text of French playwright Bernard-Marie Koltes, is an interior monologue and tear existential traffic. It is a sordid journey to the depths of being, is a hymn to love back into the shadows mother, a landscape littered by fallen angels trembling in the chaos of a contemporary indifferent, elusive and exclusive, a metaphor for social criticism and delusional politics, a desperate, determined and vital encounter with essence of nature.

Miguel Ramirez