I KILLED A GUY
Barcelona and tour
A man, in everyday life at home, confesses to his wife that he has killed a man. What is apparently a unique event, the result of an impulse, of a moment of madness, becomes an everyday occurrence. His wife, who does everything possible to keep him away from the crime, will be transformed into his main cover-up.
The husband's homicidal compulsion finds familiar support in his wife, but eventually they will all succumb to his murderous rage. Through the humor of the darkest color, the play takes us through the labyrinths of marriage and shows us how far the family is able to cover up the most terrible horrors.
The language of the piece seems to be included in the commonplaces of couple relationships to the point of emptying the senses, to nonsense as the only way to relate.