hello friends........
that's some news from me: At next monday i am starting university lessons.
Now I am looking for another amateur theatrical team and the next year i hope to give exams in the National Theatre..i will.
miss our circle.
my love to everybody!
9 august, Lecce
Body strong, spirit low.
Not a pregnant anymore, never been- a good scene couldn’t survive-I couldn’t support it..
Fabio I tried to not disappoint you..but I am still afraid, still weak…the people, the explosion …the inferiority..m fear
I want to lose my memory, to forget them, to be a little fish..and fly..and RUN..
Να μη πνιγω
Να μη πνιγω
Mine bowl have place for so many souls…so many eyes.
I just have to open my eyes and swim...
i don't know.
my fear now becomes stronger..our fear..
the gratitude,tha gratitude....the importance..
the scream of our scenes is so low..
we are loosing the poetry, we misunderstood...
August 4,5 lecce
4
important to know our granparent's history, our history..
our life..so different from their...so easy
i am very tired no physically, mentally ,pshycolgical...i am unable to manage with this, to find something important, to find the images that i want..
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5
How someone goes;why;where;
aggelopoulos's movie...the poetry
the plants that love the silence, that are borned and die to the dark..the kids, the humans..our world,
'...how many fronmtiers how someone to pass to go home;'
a house,a home,a life
silence..still nothing.
only some abstract images..the knitting, the straw, the black milk, the kite.
the weight,the weight, the gratitude.....
August 2,3,lecce
our key words...
the first word that came to my mind/soma
'the quality of presense' in a place where your soul,your memory,your history would be in exile..
how they use it; how they protect it;
how we wiil deal with this;
can we show something more than the classical and abused images of the televisiον;
comedia'tragedy
what are those?..Fabio says that °comical is the overpassing of tragic° °the ability to lagh at God°
He says that comedy is rythm..
Can we find the rythm?Can we take this challenge of ryth without lossing the real sense of our word..
..our route to the unknown
histories of malado, laura, serena...the letter of her grandfather...the route to death
our grandarents,their names their stories
the killing of wathcing a great movie without understanding.
the sense of our work,the weight..
the stress, the stress,the agony
Celan°s words..
Εσκαβαν και δεν ακουγαν τιποτα πια,
Δεν εγιναν σοφοι, δεν επινοησα κανενα τραγουδι,
Δεν βρηκαν καμια γλωσσα.
ΕΣΚΑΒΑΝ
are you coming? are you coming?
are we going to have a home, a home?
a breath? a name?
Bati°s words...Bati°s real action
and Italy....another country that have lost her memory
August 1, lecce
italians, french, albanians, greek, german, english(grrrrr)…questions and questions
we are so small, we know nothing..
we are in the first day at school and want to ask everybody:
Do you want to be my friend;
Kids without f===== stereotypes or prejudices, kids that see only the human.
Kids that appreciate and respect their body so…the training begins
Pa twan chi—sweat—circles of sky ,man, and earth-stretching with sticks and of course inmextly.
And music …happy music, sad,revolutionary;dynamic,love and Fabio keeping the rhythm with tuberleki , f
2 things, 2 different things that must be divided in our mind and must be combined in our soul to keep the music alive.
In a slow song the beginning of a dream disturb the steadiness of my head (fortunately Fabio didn’t see me-Fabio the Babula)…But isn’t all this a dream;
_____Yes for me is!..
…and I feel shame as we came here to concrete the live nightmare of immigrants…this is the ironic contradiction _____
the arrival at Brindisi – Gaetano-the temporary betrayal of the baggage that means nothing to me.
how many immigrants are loosing their baggages; how many don’t have the chance to take baggage in their long trips;
hwhere they find the power to baggage their life;
( Of course now I am speaking as being secure with my bag. Of course I didn’t have a long trip and I am more traveller than immigrant but it really is more important to m my arrival here from the arrival of my silly bag)..OK I SPEAK TO MUCH..
So…the ShOw with Indians..
the music..their rhythm...their sight…the familiar sound of girls’ voice. the FIRE.
The fire in the soul-the fire in the eyes--are we really here; isn’t an illusion;
______Yes we are!
But can we deal with this;can we;