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Adaptation of "Las Eumènides", last play from La Orestíada by Esquilo
Stage and light design by Antía Fatás
CHORUS OF THE EUMENIDES
Ah, new Gods, you have trampled on the ancient Laws and have snatched that man out of my hands! And I, covered in reproach, belittled, miserable, burning with anger, oh, pain! I am going to spill the poison of my heart drop by drop on the ground, terrible for this land. No leaves, no fertility!
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