In a contemporary sense, the malandro is a young thug in Venezuela or Brazil, self-aware, and willing to use violence to establish his social status.

    The plot leads us to think beyond our own affiliation to a family, to a community, and undermines the very foundation of freedom by raising the question of whether we are here by choice or by default. Why do these men and women find themselves in this enclave where the open air is just an eye up there?

The starting point of this circus piece; bringing together Malandros who dodge what conventional life imposes on them to dance their particular stories.

 

      "I am talking to you. It’s been a long time since I stopped believing that anyone is listening to me, but talking is good exercise. It passes the time and keeps the words alive. Not saying a word can end up killing it. I've been here for a long time, and some words have already lost their meaning, like 'summit' or 'horizon'."

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    Prisoners of an infernal lockdown, the artists on stage pursue a mental investigation into the reasons for their own confinement. They dance with their limits as with their memories and words. They are the Malandros.