Theatre

From the very beggining of our formation we immersed into many activities in order to mature as artists. We have been a part of various workshops such as: The History of Documentary Theatre with Lithuanian director Loreta Vaskova; the gathering of various Lithuanian theatre artists, Jauno teatro dienos, established by our course head V. Masalskis; we had an opportunity to practice with Hungarian director Arpad Schilling while he was working on hist spectacle in Klaipėda, Lithuania; we were a helping hand to Taško teatras in their historical and artistic performance Pasivaikščiojimas.
Our debut performance occured in 2020, during annual Lithuanian cultural event Kultūros naktys – where we carried out our visual and rhythmical performance Tabulas Musica, in Presidency Square, Vilnius.

I am a Woman

I am a Woman
Vulva on the outside
Inside is vagina
I was raised until now
To be a good girl
“Don’t just hang out with guys
You’ll look like a whore
You don’t know
What people are capable of
And it’s not worth the fight
Heed, be chaste
The rest is enough
Accept the recipe
A man
Is not honest
He lies and cheats
But loves like this”
“Breath, contract
Come to be in me”

What a gift
To be born a Woman
So good
To be able to suffer
With no sound
And having to run
In the shadow
Of whoever wants me

“Don’t go alone
Ask them to take you home
Call me when you arrive!
It’s not my paranoia
Things happen
You better accept it. “
“Be careful daughter
This life is dangerous
Especially for women”
Looks like a trap
To make me scared
But it’s only that way
If you want it to be.

“You only hang up with boys…
What were you expecting?
With short clothes
Bold answers
What were you expecting?
You look like a whore
You don’t take care about what you do
What were you expecting?
You talk about sex
So openly
You give yourself to everyone
Nonsensical
What were you expecting?

I was expecting to be able to go out at night
Without having to come home running
To be able to hear my name
Without starting to shake
Expecting to sit on the train
Without having to look at the floor
Because a single glance with a boy
It’s read as a booty call *
Waiting to be able to speak
About sex and masturbation
Choose to go out and dance
Without feeling your hand
Without having to feel you rubbing on me
Because you think
If I didn’t want to
I Would say no
Well, if I wanted to I would say yes
And I’m not just speaking for myself
A discusting approach in the night
A look at the subway
An invitation to dance
Already pulling her inside
Your hand on my wrist
A whisper in the ear
A kiss without permission is “only an impulse”
A photo without asking for it
The simple idea
That I wanted all of this.

The body freezes
Panic takes over
The heart pumps
He asks
“Do you have a lighter?”
The word suppresses
And everything accelerates
And it’s only a crime
If she denies him
If she resists
But her strength gives up
In the moment he takes her
Because conscience insists
That society is blind
And of all the saddest
The sentence only exists
When she denies him
You saw it, you know this exists,
You lived it, you felt it.
The body freezes
Panic takes over
The heart pumps
He asks,
“Do you have a lighter?”
You heard,
You pretended not to see,
The exaggerated pick-up line
The voice raised
The frozen body
And everything turns to nothing.

“It was her boyfriend
How could she have been raped?”

Maria Caetano Vilalobos

* “Automatically gives him authorization “.