MONOLOGUES - IDIOMS- WOMAN IRONING by Picasso

...AND THE WINNER IS....

MONOLOGUE 2 by Josefina Triunfo y Luz Arguello

I hate this. I'm 60 years old now, and I'm not as fit as a fiddle 'cause I would like to be in another country, with my husband, alone, enjoying life, eating delicious food, and all that jazz. But I can't, because I have children and I have to be at home to call the tune so that they won't become uncontrolable children.

Oh,sister, you always tell me I will win the lottery one day...that's music to my ears! But I'm very unlucky so that won't happen to me. I know. I have to stay at home all day long, but when it comes to making decisions, I play second fiddle. My opinion isn't important to the rest of the people. It's unfair! Oh! what am I saying? It takes two to tango. I have to admit that I don't care about that... Oh my God! I ruined my husband's shirt! That happened because I am blowing my own trumpet.

THE SECOND PLACE IS FOR...

MONOLOGUE 3 by Josefina Bauducco and Micaela Daviccino.

I regret about choosing parties instead of school, because now I have to face the music, and I have to work in a way that I don't like, and dance to somebody's tune. It's clear as a bell that nobody likes to follow someone else's orders. It is awful! I can't decide what I want to do. The only thing that I can do is to do what SHE says. But I am going to do that; I'll follow all her orders, as quickly as I can, so as  to finish early, because if I keep on complaining and thinking of other things, I am going to finish very late and I won't have time to do what I want. I have to iron, clean the bathroom, make the beds and all that jazz. Oh! It's very late! I have to stop thinking in bad things and start doing all the chores with a positive attitude.

LAST BUT NOT LEAST...

MONOLOGUE 1 by paloma Martinez, Sofia Ryser, and Julieta Neder

How did I end up dancing at somebody else's tune? It all started with the guerrilla, when I lost my mother and father. Since then, I have lived with my grandfather; a person who is all the time blowing his own trumpet. It was as clear as a bell that he would not pay for my education, and I couldn't make a song and dance about it because I was not living there for free... And then...Michael's face comes to my mind. he is the only one who cares about what could happen to me, and the only one who takes care of me like a brother. But, unfortunatelly, I have ended up falling in love with him! I know it takes two to tange in matters of love. For a poor twelve year-old girl I am as fit as a fiddle, but for him I am still a "midget". I'm whistling in the dark and fading away from his life. Going back to were I started, I'm stil alone!