THE PLAY

In a word:
I like the healthy obscenity of
the Valencians,
I like their fertile land and, even more,
the eulogy of their magnificent products
transformed into erotic symbols. I like
their pagan rituals and I admire
their lack of mysticism which makes them
the most Mediterranean of the Spanish, I enjoy
their speech, full of drama
and I’d like to live not nord enllà (further north)
as the poet says, but quite the contrary,
below the Ebre where artists are still
artisans.

That’s why I’ve produced this play.
To understand it, there’s no need for explanations or
any more justifications.

In conclusion, as Bernat and Baldovi say:
“Qui no vullga pols, que no vacha a la era.”
(Let sleeping dogs lie.)

Albert Boadella