The second offering from Teatro de la Ciudad. Medea, with Èdip rei and Antígona comes to the Lliure in marathon format.

A woman who is completely mature in her strength, intelligence and beauty, who has done unspeakable things for a man's love, tears her soul apart to find the words that can give form to the deeds she will do to exact revenge, now that he rejects her love. Aitana Sánchez-Gijón, surrounded by a 'children's choir', pushed by her pathos to kill them.

“You don't know what crying is yet, just wait until you're old.”
“There is no pain worse than the pain of love," says Medea, says Seneca. If so... what can we do? Have we never felt it? Medea is daring - Medea places our entire hand into the wounds and confronts us with our fears, or rather our pain, or to put it another way: if pain is a sign of life, our life. That's why Medea scares me, and yet I can't stop looking. Medea is so contrary to Seneca's idea of virtue and yet so attractive to the author.
Andrés Lima