Hora de Almoço. Lunch time. No teatro. At the Theater. A comida. The food. E a bebida. And the drinks. E as palavras. And the words. As palavras. The words, always the words. Sempre as palavras. À mesa. At lunch table. E Shakespeare a rondar a boca. E a rondar os olhos. And Shakespeare hanging around the mouth. And around the eyes. E dentro das nossas cabeças. And inside our heads. O meu reino por um bife a cavalo. A minha fama por uma caneca de cerveja. My kingdom for a steak with fried egg on top. My fame for a mug of beer.
Creation is in itself a revolutionary act. The search for the right grammar to define thoughts and discourses that throb, pray in our heads, pray in Shakespeare, pray all the time, pray everywhere. Sometimes dormant in oblivion and inanity. We leave here aware that the stage is our political space. Aware that war continues regardless of the eyes. Aware that Shakespeare can be revolution, food and gunpowder.
Creation Rui Neto and Teresa Sobral Original texts and rewritten from Shakespeare and Heiner Müller Sound Space Miguel Sobral Curated Photography Alípio Padilha Costumes kindly given by TNDMII (Miguel Sobral Curated: Nuno Carinhas; Rui Neto: Storytaylors; Teresa Sobral: Storytaylors); Interpretation Miguel Sobral Curado, Rui Neto, Teresa Sobral; Executive producer LoboMau Productions Supports A Marmita, Portuguese Army, Talhos Luis & Edgar, Teatro Nacional D. Maria II Presentation São Luiz Teatro Municipal