We stole the moon

In the land of the great drunkard, they stole ... the Sea, he is an adviser to the tyrant; the big computer, which was guilty of this crime. No more sea, no more salt! The people are scolding ... In this political chaos a poet desperately seeks a country where there are still flowers so that he can save the world and the perverted heart of the one he loves. Alègre's play combines satire and absurdity, in a sort of modern rewrite of Ubu Roi, to derisively treat power games and the evolution of our societies that keep man away from happiness.

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