In the third night of Tetralogia das Estações [Seasons Tetralogy], identity, stories and their origins are vague. Pressure hovers as the drama and the secrets unfold and change the energy distribution. Fractured, made-up, manipulated or real memories flow as a draught. There is no strict differentiation between what is real and what is unreal, nor between what is true and what is false. In Noite de Inverno [Winter Night], a biographic text, Luís Mestre draws a path across the delicate territory between the public and the private realms. — Luís Mestre / Teatro Nova Europa