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The stories no one talks about
“Xytheatre” is a space for living art and inner worlds. It is a stage where the personal and collective unconscious meet, where the tragic collides with the comic, where reality merges with the absurd.
Its main direction is “Limbo – The Chronicles of Bukata”, where philosophical, comically dramatic, and absurdist stories intertwine. Here, the characters pass through life and death, through memory and forgetting, through neighborhoods and mythologies that may seem banal but carry the eternal theme of meaning and the human condition.
Within “Xytheatre” also live the Trauments – short stories balancing on the edge of tragic and comic, between the autobiographical and the imaginary. They are personal chronicles of pain and survival that turn into small theatrical scenes.
Here, too, are the plays – living experiments with words, characters, and situations. They create worlds of their own, where every character finds their voice, their silence, and their fate.
“Xytheatre” is the home of the stories no one talks about, yet everyone carries within. It is a place where absurdity meets tenderness, laughter touches sorrow, and life stands face to face with death.
“Sometimes even the cruelest demon wants to disguise itself as a cutie.”
“Xytheatre” is a new idea that is still searching for the right form of realization. If you feel that this space draws you in and you would like to be part of it as a like-minded collaborator, share your idea at xylileonistheatre@gmail.com.
You can get to know this new theater through the play “Lucy – Turkish Delight for the Soul”and the minibook “Trauments”, which you can download for free from the online store on the website.
“He carried so much tenderness inside him, but sadly he shared it with the wrong people at night.”
“His mother left him on the doorstep like a package. His whole life they treated him like a package.”
“What do you expect from me, when you don’t even know me? I’m just menopause!”
“How can my classmates be retiring if I’m still a child?”
“Kuna is not a name, it’s a curse! Ha, may Kuna catch up with you!”
The upbringing of a man.
“We don’t want Amity, we want First Youth!”
“Welcome to Limbo. I am your guide, Bukata.”
“Love exists, even if it only lives in my head! It exists!”
“Sometimes even a junkie is enough to help you discover your true Guru self!”
Loneliness guards love. We cannot skip it, jump over it, or neglect it. Only if you love yourself can you share true love.
Love is always beautiful, but can we open our eyes to see it?
Life is a game. Death is the entrance to another level of the game.
