“I have a recu­rring dream, in which I lose all my teeth…”

I read somewhe­re that this kind of dreams have something to do with Death. Or with the end of a sta­ge. This dream might be fit­ting for one of tho­se moments when you find your­self at a sort of cross­roads: the only thing left to do is to choo­se which one of the roads you take.”

CROSSROADS Nº40 tries to put on sta­ge the way we build our­sel­ves as per­sons, get­ting rid of super­fi­cial layers. Deci­si­ve moments when it is neces­sary to take a direction.