
Sadness, that collateral effect of coitus, is the driving force of this show. Two actresses and two actors split into a multitude of characters eager to love, dance, and kiss life. Theater under the sun’s rays, moving testosterone, encounters and misencounters in a crazy comedy that portrays any summer of our lives.
Summer is a state of mind. With more hours of sunshine and more vitamin D, higher levels of serotonin. The season stimulates the secretion of the famous “happiness hormone” and at the same time unleashes a flood of desires and daydreams that produce hilarious scenes. More flirts, less clothing, beginnings, infidelities, breakups, more or less promiscuous phases… After reaching the zenith of sexual pleasure, a hormonal torrent converges freely in the organism generating a certain sensation of well-being. But like everything that rises rapidly must fall the same way, melancholy emerges. Sadness, anguish, and anxiety are the symptoms that, generally, some people experience after making love. Once the act is finished, one of the two protagonists cries. And beyond post-coital dysphoria, this comedy peeks at the most reflective and humorous side of the abrupt relationship, the idyllic romance, or the “catch-as-catch-can” approach.
Los polvos melancólicos: the theatrical work where “la joie de vivre” and the pleasure of the small things mingle comically with the frustration of ideal love, mental derangements, and “summer freshness.” A show to get a tan from the inside, laugh, and reflect.





