Another journey has finished meeting with sadness and melancholy that you expect when something ends, the joy of ritch, the emotions that make him glisten eyes and fill my heart. Through unknown places, landscapes indecipherable, hard times and reactions to go a little proud, he did walk, day after day within themselves through traveling companions, has reached the end ... in a valley at the foot of a mountain.
There was once a wall of plywood and a blue light, now is the darkness surrounds me and protects me from almost voltage, torch in hand, but is off not used to illuminate the reality is part of the story. The buzz over the curtain has not changed filters over the heavy curtains, bringing with them the air of expectation and curiosity. But this is the end of the journey, the first steps we've made them months ago, an evening where thunder and lightning gave its best as we look out for the first time in a valley at the foot of a mountain where, in an isolated house inhabited by strange characters ...
The evening meeting followed one another: the hot summer, the shadows lengthen, with the warm autumn evening light, then winter and darkness: the story as taking form, word came from one character to another, others are lost.
A table and around us, with his eyes fixed on the text, we look for our characters, vague shapes appeared distant, empty, orphan of a body, mutavamo quickly along with the text, difficult to define, capture sharp edges impossible.
A little 'lost in the pages Pirandello as children played together, exchanging the roles were looking for the right way, casually, there was still tension of emotion there, only the doubts and difficulties of the moment, the text, the single word, the correct tone to use ... normal, we are many this time, all together to tell a story and talk and dissertations the technique has the upper hand on emotion, the story ... the path towards the valley at the foot of a mountain and isolated house inhabited by strange characters is still long.
a Monday like so many, the scripts on the table, messy, with obvious erasures, cuts, adjustments, many pages still to be fixed ... but this time the characters are no longer vague, unstable, and we choose to stop selected, and here something happens to me ... (Continued)
There was once a wall of plywood and a blue light, now is the darkness surrounds me and protects me from almost voltage, torch in hand, but is off not used to illuminate the reality is part of the story. The buzz over the curtain has not changed filters over the heavy curtains, bringing with them the air of expectation and curiosity. But this is the end of the journey, the first steps we've made them months ago, an evening where thunder and lightning gave its best as we look out for the first time in a valley at the foot of a mountain where, in an isolated house inhabited by strange characters ...
The evening meeting followed one another: the hot summer, the shadows lengthen, with the warm autumn evening light, then winter and darkness: the story as taking form, word came from one character to another, others are lost.
A table and around us, with his eyes fixed on the text, we look for our characters, vague shapes appeared distant, empty, orphan of a body, mutavamo quickly along with the text, difficult to define, capture sharp edges impossible.
A little 'lost in the pages Pirandello as children played together, exchanging the roles were looking for the right way, casually, there was still tension of emotion there, only the doubts and difficulties of the moment, the text, the single word, the correct tone to use ... normal, we are many this time, all together to tell a story and talk and dissertations the technique has the upper hand on emotion, the story ... the path towards the valley at the foot of a mountain and isolated house inhabited by strange characters is still long.
a Monday like so many, the scripts on the table, messy, with obvious erasures, cuts, adjustments, many pages still to be fixed ... but this time the characters are no longer vague, unstable, and we choose to stop selected, and here something happens to me ... (Continued)
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