Teatro Nacional Cervantes (Argentina) The theater is full. The lights point to the glitter of the jewels of the women. The curtain has not yet been raised. A man appears, walking on the edge of the stage with fear of falling. The surprise of the spectators made to silence the murmurs.
The man clears his throat and then begins to speak: I am here and you looking at me. You can probably guess that I am not one of the actors who have come to work see. Do not get impatient. I had to convince the theater owner to agree to give me a few minutes to ask a favor. Need to Know if He (the look), is here. Mom said he went every Saturday to the theater (y. .. today is Saturday), that she had wanted to, but a washerwoman could not afford them, yes. Think he was the son of the governor of the province (justified with tenderness). Yesterday I wanted to go to his grave in the hope of finding it. It will be useless (I said), the dead do not lie in their graves. And then ... where is my father? (I asked). He did not want me to know, but I never cease to find it. I will give data of his face that I picked up out there: always wears a suit and tie, shined shoes and good hair "to the hair gel." It has a grim expression, as someone angry with life, but his eyes ... his eyes denote a sad sweetness. Look at those beside him before turning off the lights and if they recognize it, I beg you to tell me: I need answers to understand. We apologize for the tone of my voice and my tears. I know many of you are thinking: What do I care what this guy is saying? Are wrong, what is it theater?: The reflection of life ... Sorry, I have to leave, came to look for two men in white, are those who care for me. If you see Him, you know where to find me. Thanks.
He bows and leaves where it came.
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