21.08.08
CARMELO: Fine giornata
STRAORDINARIO COME LA MUSICA
Questo pensiero d'improvviso mi scuote e annienta ogni pudore ed ogni difesa. Avevo soffocato quella stupida attitudine ai voli pindarici e dalle poignant heroic expectations, and this lack of oxygen to survive despite the treacherous currents arrive ... at the bottom of the abyss, ancient beauty of an underwater world for thousands of years. Stupidly I feared the immense beauty and ruthless, the depth of your eyes. This thought makes sweet awakening uncomfortable lethargy, the usual laziness. Fragrances revive extinct enchanting sunsets, the great hopes swept away by the wrath of the oceans in the storm. Surrounded by a marvelous atmosphere Atlantis smiles and turns a friendly gaze. At the bottom of the abyss, ancient beauty of an underwater world for thousands of years. Stupidly I feared the immense depth and ruthless beauty of your eyes ... (Carmen Consoli - the smile of Atlantis).
ALESSIO: small steps today I did a little self-examination on personal development, personal growth or better, which is taking me on this course. Assuming that my metabolism, I noticed, is moderately slow, even if they are not always a good listener arriving into action, but I am happy with how the internship is working on me. I believe I'm doing important steps, I feel that I'm slowly releasing. Small steps I walk away from what was first, like a piece of something, or clay or marble, apparently under a rock, but apparently immodellabile power in place will turn into a creation beautiful, a beauty is not objective and subjective.
22:08:08
VALERIA: ore 13.13. Assuming that the smell has always been my most developed sense is not easy to describe the memories and reflections on yesterday ... because magister wife - aka Kathy - it is pointedly causing the stove while it is grappling with its burgers meat and vegetables! So right now my mind is clouded, even diverted to more earthly feelings and animal (considering that time is what it is and the consequence is the physiological low blood sugar ...)! But considering that the actor feeds only on theater - Ppi cchissu is' a family - I can not give in to lustful enticements of the throat and leave, so my "zen state of bliss," of course after so much work and effort so great these days ... step into the kitchen could expect Virgil (but in that case, I would not have a reputation for posterity ... but Dante from hunger and that's it). So I went out into the garden to not fall into temptation and you doing the mea culpa of my sin. Here I just found my spirit ... ... be safe! Beatrice because I see the horizon! ... Oh God, I'm delirious with hunger! It reminds me of Donatella right way, pointing the way to Heaven ... er, that is, I meant the dining room, and inviting them to part in the Last Supper ... So, sorry I left for a bit '... I go to atone for my fault ... See you later! 'I'm back to "purified by penance received (the zen-burger) but not yet in my spiritual dimension (the beach-zen). In fact we are still in the garden because Big Chief Master Guru-Caruso was stubborn to want to take the chair to complete my thoughts. What a great help as he has already entered into a deep Zen meditation, lying comfortably on the hammock, just in front of me (to check of course) ... there it is! He reached the Karma! He opens his mouth emitting strange sounds ... is the whistle (although in this case is a real whistle provided dall'espirazione Linklater. Turns out his arms towards the sky ... but always be ready, watchful as soon as I dare to rebel (because I want to go to the beach, uffa !!!!) You should see it: it has just the features of Minos ... But a heavenly as Minos eventually succumbed to my whims and took us to the beach (which has become our place of worship)! But back to yesterday (finally), after applying the first two commandments Linklater we continued to third on the contrary, the second is diaphragmatic breathing. Although now more than three years I can not breathe with the diaphragm, which otherwise, I never stopped to see and control the movement of the muscle ... in silence! Well, the beauty of Link la sua flessibilità; non si cristallizza in una forma ma si avvale di diverse modalità per arrivare allo stesso obiettivo: il dominio di corpo, sensi ed emozioni...
Eh, brava, Link!
ALESSIO: questo giorno e poi...
questo giorno e poi...subito verrebbe di pensare a chissa! Il dubbio di cosa faremo ora, se avremo realmente il coraggio di agire, di andare avanti, di lanciarci; ma dopo quel “e poi” c'è tanto altro. Quello che ho capito è che bisogna andare sempre oltre quello che la razionalità ci induce a pensare, a vedere; e allora ecco che la frase ... questo giorno e poi... può essere completata in mille altri modi, ognuno diverso ma mai sbagliato, proprio because life is unpredictable and different in every circumstance. We end with the awareness that this is only the beginning of something that everybody then decide to grow in its own way (me from my I just hope that does not die) ... I remember the stupid little phrase that often seep into our discussions : I stole something? I did not win anything ... Instead we won something, bringing within us, new emotions, new friendships, new experiences, but especially a new vision of the same sunset, new stars in a sky of a thousand colors radiated by the same identical sun.
EPILOGUE
ALESSIO: Between the desert and grasslands, a man was tired and hungry, in the distance of the huts and a tribe and a sorcerer from the bottom looking up: <<>> Be careful not to go
<<>> of NO! He smiles and says <<>> , the other stones in the notes about his business: <<>>. Hearing these words, the man stood up, not down, but enlightened. the footsteps of actor for me was discovering what was really true in my intentions, what I will continue but the road. My shaman showed me the way, maybe not that INTED, I was looking for: certainty. His task was not to give us certainty, but rather to stimulate in us the real reason that we had pushed to make this journey. He turned me into a flashlight, a small fire, small but big enough to show me the tracks to follow. The way forward, however, is not easy, just like footprints in the sand due to wind and waves can be easily covered or worse swept away ... What kind of actor I want to be? An actor in "holy", trying to put forward the dignity that this position requires not only a job but a lot more.
CARAMEL: I was looking for answers. I left with broken bones. Not only physically but also metaphorically. Conceptually speaking, I had the strong feeling of discovering that the idea of \u200b\u200btheater is very innata nell’uomo. E’ la psicologia dell’arte, della conoscenza e della passione. E con quest’ultima non intendo la passione intesa come base dell’hobby ma proprio passione di quella carnale. La voglia insaziabile di arrivare fino all’osso in tutto quello che si sta facendo: dal leggere un testo al provare a scriverne uno; dal conoscere la gente che di questo mestiere non si stancherebbe nemmeno se gli crollasse la via lattea addosso al provare a capire cosa ci farei io, per primo, su di un palcoscenico. Metteteci anche l’ebbrezza del silenzio a teatro, del buio, della luce, del nero, dell’odore che tutti i teatri sanno di avere.
E’ un po’ come essere Peter Pan essendo coscienti di esserlo!
C’è a trace: a project to follow. A project that brings people closer to their humanity. It 's like when you learn to do to tie the knot: you want to do it every day because they do not want to forget. The theater is all I ever dreamed. And 'no magic trick: the rabbit of the hat! Surprise! The identity that each of us can give the theater depends on the type of person, the blood type, the type of context and the type of philosophy. But who wants to do theater (I want to do theater!) Must be an extraordinary person, in the strictly etymological sense of the word: out of order! Not to be weird knowing of it. It must be the norm with arms, hair and eyes. Must be alive! But above all it must lead to limit the objectivity of himself! Check in to the concept. It would be a convenient example. I would use an example to make you understand the meaning of the phrase "take to the limit of objectivity itself," but I would not be objective. I would be "comfort" does not explain what it means, I explain what I mean. It 'difficult but basically is this: the objective is that we miss so much today. Can we be anything but objective, but objectively, who can blame us? We have lived behind that one can never remove, alter or modify. In this we are works of art. But objectivity triggers another big word: balance. Actor in a scene moves, it acts. At the same time if you do not want to risk being hibernated between the character he is playing, the experience he has in mind and the emotions in his heart to be objective. Otherwise the viewer will have no way, albeit unconsciously, to go beyond its sphere sensory'll see a cluster of movements and words dictated by the experience of a man like him who lives and emotions just like him. Instead the viewer if they really want to applaud him because he went over his emotions, he went beyond the experience of that character. E 'come to the center of the earth. Here there is hot, feels alone and is completely naked in front of what is unknown, does not understand. Then it becomes something else. He realizes that there is much more than a nervous system, of a heart, a good number of muscles and bones. Goes further: it may also reduce the time and by a defeat death, but it's still a man. We were not born for ourselves. We communicate, we love, we share. So, there again, at the center of the earth, the viewer is no longer able to watch the movements or to hear the words ... more experiences the most immediate sense but also the most disparaged: the touch. It is to clap. Returning to reality feels serenely happy. Amazed because he understood what lies beneath the surface. Everything has a new flavor, a new color. And the actor? The actor if it was really Actor knows everything. In fact it was he who opened the doors to the center of the earth. It's fine. He made it. He has little money, a family to give himself ... in short a life to live ... but at night, when even the last and the last owl owls went to sleep in his bed unable to laugh out loud. Why has it made. I agree there will always be wars, diseases? ever absence, fears and failures? as the sunrise. All right. But despite everything falls asleep deeply grateful to have been conceived on this earth. And believe me, is one of the few who can a farlo.
