The worst thing that can happen to a word is to be misspelled.

A misspelled word still means the same, but in the wrong way.

Not just by mistake might it mean something different from what it means.

For example, the title of this play could be condemned to two misspellings: one, the word fervour could be changed to ferver and, two, the word perseverance changed to perseverence.

The ferver of perseverence would be understood as fervour of perseverance, but in the wrong way.

In brief, there should be no rules for correct spelling, as they are not much use and can cause confusion.

The ferver of perseverance, or the fervour of perseverance, which is the same thing, is a title that cannot be used by a young person, as perseverence or perseverance needs time to become a habit. The habit of perseverence or perseverance.

With or without the spelling mistake, this title is the name of a play full of parceived or perceived mistakes and errors which have needed time to convey the idea that what seems to be the case has not always been so. For example, myself.

I, myself, and everything that stems from a systolic and personal journey through the endearing and romantic modern-day avant-garde, which stretches from the Middle Ages to the determining concept of “the more mistaken, the better”.

It is the pleasure of not being what you should be, turning yourself into the spelling mistake, in a language that offends orthodoxies.

We are talking about a mistaken performance, full of internal reason that establishes the difference between used time and lived time.

The perception of the persevaring or persevering mistake is always useless while at the same time it helps to prioritise the irresponsibility of the action over its logic.

Tonight will undoubtedly be a night of mistakes.

Given a different title, this performance would work just as well.

Carles Santos