Più di 6 mesi di ripetizioni, un po' di stress, ma che bella esperienza !!! Ed una bellissima serrata dopo tutto !
Ci vediamo a Parma??? :D
Ci vediamo a Parma??? :D
Teatro Italiano : Il Molière (Carlo Goldoni) - 25 Aprile 2008
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# Posté le dimanche 04 mai 2008 04:54
L'importance du bruit de fond...
Bruit de fond : Goodbye Lenin (Movie Soudntrack) ici
Standing on the boat, the old actor was daydreaming about his past life. As the sight of the bustling city faded away, he realized that for the first time of his life, he was not in the limelight anymore. For the first time, he could be himself. For the first time, he was alone... free...Those two words echoed endlessly in his mind, and aroused deeply buried feelings. He found out he could wonder about simple things just as a toddler makes up a world out of the most insignificant toy. Gazing at the immensity of the ocean, he was thrown back to the essential. As far as he could remember, he had always been fooled by the impression of being the centre of the universe. Everybody had been looking up at him, revering his talent, caring for him, ready to fulfil his tiniest whim. But now, overwhelmed by the huge emptiness all around, he became aware that he was nothing but a pinch of salt in the sea...
Bruit de fond : Forest Gump (Movie Soundtrack) ici - Well! It was about time you caught on to it!
The aging man turned his head and lifted his hand to his heart in surprise. A pale, fair-haired young woman was grinning brightly at him, as an image that would just have materialized in the light of the setting sun. But what left him most disoriented was her striking resemblance to... his dead sister.
- And would you please stop staring at me like that?
- How... how did you know what I was thinking about?
She giggled. How long hadn't he heard this sound? He suddenly felt a thrill of joyful hope running through his body. But one second later, he knew what her answer would be.
- I am dead, man! That's something I can easily perform! I mean, reading through people's mind. Quite interesting, actually... she added gently.
So this was it. Resurrection was well a childish dream, after all.
- Why did you come? he managed to ask.
- Oh... what a gentleman you are! Yes, thank you! I feel alright and don't worry, everything is fine over there! How about you?
He felt helpless tears filling his eyes as she teased him kindly.
- Oh no, please... Don't cry! That's why I came here actually. You never completely recovered from my death, despite all the efforts you made to persuade the others... and yourself. And the point is... well, this is not fair! Look at me! I'm enjoying myself, having a good time... while you're growing old and grey and desperate and disagreeable and... Wake up! This must end! Now you're retired it's time to live again!
She suddenly gave a start and looked over her shoulder as if she had just been called.
- Hum... I'm not supposed to be here right now... Rules and all that stuff... yuck!” They smiled. “Before I go, promise me you won't refuse life when it comes towards you. Something's going to happen during this crew... can't tell you what, sorry! But don't miss it. Give you another chance to be happy... You deserve it, I assure you.”
She seemed to become more and more transparent, although her face was still as happy as it used to be fifty years before, when she was still a lively twenty-years-old girl. He wanted to hug her, but his feet felt like concrete and he could not make a move.
- So... take care little bro!
And she was gone, leaving him alone, but smiling again for the first time since he had abandoned her under the brownish dirt of the graveyard.
The aging man turned his head and lifted his hand to his heart in surprise. A pale, fair-haired young woman was grinning brightly at him, as an image that would just have materialized in the light of the setting sun. But what left him most disoriented was her striking resemblance to... his dead sister.
- And would you please stop staring at me like that?
- How... how did you know what I was thinking about?
She giggled. How long hadn't he heard this sound? He suddenly felt a thrill of joyful hope running through his body. But one second later, he knew what her answer would be.
- I am dead, man! That's something I can easily perform! I mean, reading through people's mind. Quite interesting, actually... she added gently.
So this was it. Resurrection was well a childish dream, after all.
- Why did you come? he managed to ask.
- Oh... what a gentleman you are! Yes, thank you! I feel alright and don't worry, everything is fine over there! How about you?
He felt helpless tears filling his eyes as she teased him kindly.
- Oh no, please... Don't cry! That's why I came here actually. You never completely recovered from my death, despite all the efforts you made to persuade the others... and yourself. And the point is... well, this is not fair! Look at me! I'm enjoying myself, having a good time... while you're growing old and grey and desperate and disagreeable and... Wake up! This must end! Now you're retired it's time to live again!
She suddenly gave a start and looked over her shoulder as if she had just been called.
- Hum... I'm not supposed to be here right now... Rules and all that stuff... yuck!” They smiled. “Before I go, promise me you won't refuse life when it comes towards you. Something's going to happen during this crew... can't tell you what, sorry! But don't miss it. Give you another chance to be happy... You deserve it, I assure you.”
She seemed to become more and more transparent, although her face was still as happy as it used to be fifty years before, when she was still a lively twenty-years-old girl. He wanted to hug her, but his feet felt like concrete and he could not make a move.
- So... take care little bro!
And she was gone, leaving him alone, but smiling again for the first time since he had abandoned her under the brownish dirt of the graveyard.
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# Posté le vendredi 02 mai 2008 08:20
Modifié le vendredi 02 mai 2008 08:40
Le tout c'est d'éviter la chaussée...
Hum... fallait que je le mette...
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# Posté le lundi 14 avril 2008 15:51
Printemps
Ca y est. Il s'en va. Petit à petit, à pas de velours. Il s'en va, non sans résister. Il revient, use ses dernières forces, traqué et agonisant, tentant de sauver sa peau mais sachant que tout est perdu. Il les voit. Tous. Il n'est pas aveugle. Ils le regardent s'éloigner, s'écrouler, demander grâce, se réduire au néant. Il faut qu'il accepte sa défaite. Une fois de plus.
Ils ont le soleil dans les veines. Ca se sent. Ca se voit. Une atmosphère de sourires, de fous rires, d'insouciance, ils rajeunissent de 5 ans... des envies d'inhabituel, de changement. Les couleurs sont plus vives, les contours plus nets, la vie plus claire. Les pas se font moins pressés, moins pressants. Le temps ralentit. Le temps rajeunit. Le temps va à contre courant.
Et mes lèvres retrouvent ce goût. Doux, onctueux, fruité. Qui donne envie de chanter, de rire et de crier. Ca s'appelle le Bonheur, à ce qu'on dit ...
Ils ont le soleil dans les veines. Ca se sent. Ca se voit. Une atmosphère de sourires, de fous rires, d'insouciance, ils rajeunissent de 5 ans... des envies d'inhabituel, de changement. Les couleurs sont plus vives, les contours plus nets, la vie plus claire. Les pas se font moins pressés, moins pressants. Le temps ralentit. Le temps rajeunit. Le temps va à contre courant.
Et mes lèvres retrouvent ce goût. Doux, onctueux, fruité. Qui donne envie de chanter, de rire et de crier. Ca s'appelle le Bonheur, à ce qu'on dit ...
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# Posté le mercredi 09 avril 2008 15:05
Modifié le mercredi 09 avril 2008 16:42
Cauchemar
Il faut qu'elle se réveille. Qu'elle arrête de s'enfoncer dans cette mélasse noire et crasseuse de laquelle elle ne peut se sortir. Elle tente de se rappeler des mouvements de son enfance, remue les jambes et les bras, remonte vers la surface, mais la lumière du jour et la bouffée d'air salvatrice semble toujours plus loin, tellement plus loin, tellement inaccessible. Comme si cette piscine sans fond l'avalait, créant un espace toujours plus grand entre elle et la terre ferme.
Elle est tentée de se laisser glisser... c'est vrai que ce serait beaucoup moins difficile... emprunter le tobogan à l'endroit, dans la descente, comme lorsqu'elle était enfant et savait que de toutes façon, en bas, du sable chaud et doux l'attendrait. Ou les bras rassurants de papa et maman. Remonter le tobogan, c'est devoir fournir beaucoup d'efforts, et risquer de retomber à la moindre inattention. Et le plus décourageant, c'est que quelqu'un, là, au-dessus, semble rehausser le tobogan minute après minute.
Il faut qu'elle se réveille...
Elle est tentée de se laisser glisser... c'est vrai que ce serait beaucoup moins difficile... emprunter le tobogan à l'endroit, dans la descente, comme lorsqu'elle était enfant et savait que de toutes façon, en bas, du sable chaud et doux l'attendrait. Ou les bras rassurants de papa et maman. Remonter le tobogan, c'est devoir fournir beaucoup d'efforts, et risquer de retomber à la moindre inattention. Et le plus décourageant, c'est que quelqu'un, là, au-dessus, semble rehausser le tobogan minute après minute.
Il faut qu'elle se réveille...
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# Posté le mercredi 02 avril 2008 05:53
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