Variedades eróticas

Year 1993
Category Theatre of variety
Work Variedades eróticas
Premier Teatro Alfil. Madrid


Before reaching the black diamond which in reality was the very original show “Monk of chaos worshipping the bull” that we staged in London and took on tour in Europe, we also had to put into practice an adventure and existential risk. We had to experience live the hidden labyrinths of our society. Thus, we gave ourselves as a working material to experiences that we would not have lived otherwise.

Yes, the design and mannerisms of the cultural courtiers had not yet muted those attractive underworlds of culture. But it was not a matter of staying there. It was always necessary to keep the inner smile, the supreme distance that allows you to fly over the circumstances of life.

This was the world of the subperformances and through which we got to know a genre then even more despised than that of the revue, which was a form of lumpen erotic theater. For this genre we formed the Company “Los Escarabajos de Oro” and its Director Mr.Goldy, the one who speaks to you here, accompanied by the dangerous Mme. Durga and the elusive Mandi.

The scenic synthesis resulted in the premiere of “Variedades Eróticas” at the Teatro Alfil in July 93 for a month and all tickets sold out.

Erotic Varieties was the game of seduction, a necessary subject for the next show that the Institute of Contemporary Arts in London had commissioned from us: to assume the total freedom of the body that knows seduction but knows how to transcend it.

Unfortunately, the images have not been able to stand the test of time. We have only been able to rescue some audio of this show.

Welcome to the twilight corners of the labyrinth, where the halos of sex and eroticism caress your skins, smell your flows and delight with a soft gaze in fantastical desires.

The blood of attention will cloud your eyes, the veins of your body will overflow with the appetizing liquid, your ears will be delighted with the screams of vertigo, and your sexes will be invited to the sacred dance of the senses.


The healthy morbid, abundance of sensuality in young flesh exhaling eroticism through all the pores of its skin, in its incessant desire for love, contact, fusion.

When I met her, she was working as a trapeze artist in a circus, she was deeply in love with her artistic partner. An ideal relationship, the “blue birds” but, ah! Fatal destiny was one afternoon in yhe month of March, when the rain beated heavily on the circus tent. The audience was anxiously awaiting the risky act of the blue birds at a height of 20 metres without a net “The Kiss in the Air”. Great danger to a soul in love. She wanted to keep him on her lips too long. She was saved, but he turning around, found nothing but an empty void and death. Since then, Mandy, the trapeze artist, has been walking the world around unable to understand how life could have been so cruel to her.

Will the hero appear who knows how to kiss her again without losing his soul? Here we present to you the sweet and unrestrained torment of a woman, our dear … Mandy!


Mea culpa mea grandísima culpa, I am guilty and therefore, continuously and ardently penitent. That is how Madame Durga introduced herself to me one night, confessing to me how the delights of pain were palpitating in the depths of her vagina. And so you will see her now, sincere and devoted, content in her abandon and enjoying her mortifications.

You will never become a perfect mistress, a master in the art of punishment if you do not know the intense mental orgasm of your slave in his submissive acceptance.

If you assume your liberation in self-chastisement, she will understand you, she will love you, you will be able to sink her, mistreat her, there will be no exquisite humiliation to quell her desire to continue.

Suffer, Durga, suffer.


Who would have thought it, when I bought all these gadgets in a reputable sex shop that I was going to end up being a slave to my own desire for domination. And when I see her stretched out in front of me, arousing me with her buttocks, I can only succumb to her diabolical lust.

Ah! Why do you like to suffer so much and why do you want to make me suffer so much…… of pleasure.


Ironed and starched, in the silence of the long corridors where the patients anxiously await their visit, the nurse demurely walks around. Hidden in their unwrinkled aprons, their flesh palpitates with furious desire.

Hospital rules don’t allow her to give herself over to her darkest secrets. But follow me, we’re going to surprise her in her washroom, where away from intrusive glances she gives free rein to the fiery calls of her body. Delicate, tender and soft.

White excitement on the “night shift”.


What used to be a rope that crushed her whole body has been transformed by the juggling of her hands into a seductive and sensually harmful… whip.

Meowing her graces, she joyfully walks on the night rooftops of urban libido.


Carefully embalmed, I kept my beloved in a dark and secluded place. The best specialists had managed to repair the most damaged parts of her body after the horrible accident. Drunk with emotion, I came every night to the immaculate purity of that beautiful naked body.

The supreme surrender and the defenceless eroticism that emanated from that flesh, in the abode of silence, aroused in me the appearance of perverse and unspeakable desires. Longing to join her in the midst of forbidden passions, I went to sleep under her gravestone, thus preparing myself for the supreme encounter.

One night, reality and dream merged into an inexplicable vision.