Curral da Miséria
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Last published Thu, Jan 22, 2015
Peça (que, talvez, será adaptada para musical para ser apresentado no dia do Festival, se caso tiver)
Numa noite chuvosa uma menina é deixada na porta do barraco dos moradores de rua. O Cego, de nome Querubim, adota como sua neta e ela vive no meio daquele ambiente selvagem da Paris Clássica.
Drama, Humor cercam por todos os lados dessa trama enquanto o escritor tem câimbras nos dedos pela enxurrada que pode vir por aí.
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