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3rdragonAfter 40 pages of introduction in Spanish, we reach:
Words for you
Talk about theater, they tell me. Take the oportunity to tell them your impressions and experiences. Educate the reader. Okay, fine. I'm thrilled. I know that there are few of you, a minute quantity. My editors tell me: "People don't buy theater, nor do they read it." Since you are reading this, you are an exceptional being, nearly unique, marvelous. Congradulations! I love you. For the trouble is that no one reads theater, and neither do people watch it.
. . .
They say that it is the fault of television, the strike, the moral crisis, the return to conservatism, the price of the entry, the heavy political culture, the lack of talent... Everyone casts the blame on someone else. I do not know with whom the fault lies, but I assure you, dear reader, extraordinary person, that the fault is not with theater.
The theater is a place of notable, interesting, and magical tales. Theater is an ancient and sacred art, profane and amusing, young and luminous. Theater is an actor. A beautiful dramatic melody, scenery to be admired, a star that speaks... These and a thousand other things, such is theater. And if you have not discovered it, I ask you to look. Don't pay attention to the critics who don't understand anything, not to the politicians that always lie, nor to the illuminating neon lights. Put yourself in front of a mirror and paint yourself a clown's face - now you are close! . . .
I love theater, reader mine, I love it because it deserves it, love it effortlessly, because it is not theater that has made me suffer. The theater is innocent, like you and I. It lives for the enjoyment and the transformation of the people.
I confess myself naive.
And smile.
Paloma Pedrero
. . . now perhaps I should actually read the play instead of translating the interesting part of the introduction.
Words for you
Talk about theater, they tell me. Take the oportunity to tell them your impressions and experiences. Educate the reader. Okay, fine. I'm thrilled. I know that there are few of you, a minute quantity. My editors tell me: "People don't buy theater, nor do they read it." Since you are reading this, you are an exceptional being, nearly unique, marvelous. Congradulations! I love you. For the trouble is that no one reads theater, and neither do people watch it.
. . .
They say that it is the fault of television, the strike, the moral crisis, the return to conservatism, the price of the entry, the heavy political culture, the lack of talent... Everyone casts the blame on someone else. I do not know with whom the fault lies, but I assure you, dear reader, extraordinary person, that the fault is not with theater.
The theater is a place of notable, interesting, and magical tales. Theater is an ancient and sacred art, profane and amusing, young and luminous. Theater is an actor. A beautiful dramatic melody, scenery to be admired, a star that speaks... These and a thousand other things, such is theater. And if you have not discovered it, I ask you to look. Don't pay attention to the critics who don't understand anything, not to the politicians that always lie, nor to the illuminating neon lights. Put yourself in front of a mirror and paint yourself a clown's face - now you are close! . . .
I love theater, reader mine, I love it because it deserves it, love it effortlessly, because it is not theater that has made me suffer. The theater is innocent, like you and I. It lives for the enjoyment and the transformation of the people.
I confess myself naive.
And smile.
Paloma Pedrero
. . . now perhaps I should actually read the play instead of translating the interesting part of the introduction.
