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Brothers of Italy.

What's wrong today? Nothing, except that it is the 150th birthday of my Italy.
Today we should close all under our flag, protected by a green light that we hope, wrapped in a red symbol of passion and blood of those who gave their lives for difentere the birth of this flag, and then cheered by a white symbolizes the purity of our spirit.
Take it around, our Italy , play around on. But then once you understand how great you are far a sense of belonging to a country magnet, as is ours.
Being Italian (yes, I capitalized even if it is grammatically incorrect) means many things, hidden or not, but that fill us with charm and attention to who is not much but would like to be. We are a people of passion, joy and a huge tradition that no one could ever erase. So let us stop to think that we all make fun of being the laughingstock of the world. Not so! Out of our pride, our ambition. And everyone, some more than others, envy us.
be unashamed of what we are, we should be a little more patriotic to a wonderful land that there is no better, with the most beautiful mountains in existence, the deep blue sea and a unique people.
And we must not be Brothers of Italy only for a day, we should be forever.
Being Italian is a source of pride, not shame as many would have us believe.

" .. I looked forward, I cried, and ran toward
the battle zone clutching a flag and carrying

with me, a dream,
in the heart .. "

FORCE ITALY, UNDER ITALIAN.

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ITALY WISHES!

Art, we have repeated several times on these spaces, has a "spectacular" prophetic value. Not only is the image of what is social and therefore political, but it is "chrysalis" for future and upcoming adventures of Man. The Theatre, does not escape this fate, indeed this is born and grows into it, eyes that can sweep back and forth, enriching the present and memories of omens. And the scene of two centuries ago, it was like a wind that blows through the scene of major and minor works, with suggestive jokes and references to "freedom from foreign", the yearning towards the unity of the Kingdom, with the finger pointed at a clericalism that imprisoned often (too often) freedom, feelings, culture and evolution. Theatre conspirator in the fund, which uses drama to evoke the past in a spirit of this edition, however, to push forward the hopes of those distant companions. Giambattista Niccolini is an example and I really think my students could deepen their thinking, so 'polished, and proud - proved, indeed, prophetic.

Italy Greetings, greetings and gossip in your misfortunes, even if you wish to retire on his pants because now you do not have the excuse of foreigners and not even have to have that "foreigners", but your story, with the theater useless of political gossip that you delete from your schedule.

Greetings Italy struggling to make ends meet, that you invent scientists and barely hold them, you should never be afraid to defend freedom of expression, as well as the civilization itself. Italy wishes with the funds frozen for the show, promises, refused.

Italy wishes for your efforts, your history, your passion and best wishes to these unknown men and women of Italy that I really hope they are increasingly represented

Greetings my "actors". Director

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Tuesday, March 15

Vinterferie, winter holidays. Here's what I'm loving Norway, lounging until March 20, putting half of a weekend in Sweden.

This morning I had no alarm clock so that he could interrupt my sleep, and opening the eyes of the dawn 11, a staple of dust hovered fluttering in my room. I had a flash drive. I fitted spazzettone and vacuum for 2 hours and I have dedicated myself to clean "room and surroundings." I always hated cleaning, but since I out of town I have learned the utility. So it's not so rare that I take this sketch and I start cleaning, dusting, polishing the floors, and stuff. Then smelling detergent I like the heart in peace, my conscience is clear. The smell of clean is one thing that I love forever.

Then I came down with attention to detail and I allowed myself the pleasure of a good Italian coffee. Doing it well is work of art, and not all are able to do so. I believe that in the act of preparing a good cup of coffee is hiding a deep magic, an irresistible charm.

I like to confront with people, and this of course implies that I like the people you can. So many times I stopped the appearance of a person, it was finally time that this point of view give me a wake up. I just can not have any kind of relationship with someone who has their own opinion, not enhance it and not take one side or the other. And I do not mean from the political point of view, maybe that is the least important. I mean deployed in life, with clear idea (maybe wrong) to defend and enforce.
Returning to the first, discuss with friends and friends at this moment means so much to talk about my return to Italy and what will be once there. Is this a normal thing, and less than one third of experience at the end, is a thing to start taking into account (and now I recommend it, starting with the "no, but you have to enjoy the last few months," etc. etc.. This is a What I am doing and will do it, PLEASE MERCY! You may very well think of what will be even as we focus on the present).

I read a book while I was on the return flight from Oslo a phrase that struck me. Now I'm not here to rewrite it because I do not want to take it from a book that I do not even remember where it may have hunted, but they express the concept: when you're away from your life for a specified period, from where you can observe what you really like if you were another person who observes the life of someone else. And so it is easier to understand where the mistakes, the good things and the issues to give a certain value.

is staying away because I realized what the true friendships, which are my biggest interests and what I think about many things right now are far from me. And in these many things, the ideas of today can not even minimally overlap with some 'time ago.

On my return I will have some solid basis, and some other point where I have to rebuild all over again, to my taste. And it is one thing that intrigues me crazy! In recent months the songs at my disposal for the construction have increased and have suffered as a filtering away the bad and useless and only in those where I really think. And between them they have been joined by some (no, actually many) news.
is like a box of lego which I have to build something, and are free to do as best it seems to me to follow without the slightest instruction.
I have only one fear, that of having to already have some choices to make. And I have too many "pieces" are different from them but that may all go well, while I pick just one. And among this I too afraid to come out at the end with nothing. Like when you go into a bookshop to choose a book to buy me it is much easier to find one that I take if the library is small. If the library is huge with all kinds of choices, I find myself in doubt and fear takes me to buy one while it would certainly look good there would be a better one. So it often happens that in the end I leave the library with empty hands and with the disappointment of those among all possible choices are found with nothing done. And this is I fear.
not get caught up in the frenzy of wanting everything at once, this is what I do. But what is even more in the past put me in difficulty. How many possible stories ended up with a girl for that. I was enticed me out of the reach of the plate, I ended up biting him so great to smother and then at the end when only crumbs were left on the plate and left alone with a stomachache from bad digestion, I realized that beauty lies in enjoying what it has before, prolonging the pleasure without having to fill requiring regular mouth all at once. The taste was still the same, with both a gram with a kilo. Maybe I could change this, and not I am most afraid of foreclosing the possibility for this reason.

One by one the candles go out on the table here. As the days pass by, missing the end. A flame in less then two, three and so on. Little lights that go away in the night but of which a few hours in the sun there will not miss. I am one hundred days and some change on the remote control of the time there are no slow or even pause and accelletarore. Buttons that would occasionally would really comfortable. Let's rewind even among those wishes.

touches us be content though.

Matthew .

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Wednesday, March 9, Bodø

Write, write, write ..
I have not had much time for it lately, and that just enough to tidy up my ideas for a moment I'll take now.

'm in Bodø Airport departure lounge, where I had to stop on the journey from Oslo to Andenes. Before the flight that will take me in the Norwegian capital, even spend 2 hours and so, to kill a little 'time, I was armed with my usual pen and notebooks to scribble the marathon feeling that now crosses my mind. There are many people

in airports, people are different from each other in places, reach the goals and looks. What strikes me most of all are those with cases in which we believe may be the entire cabinet I have in my room. There are two types, but those on which I focus in the eye are people who hope to reach a new place, unknown and mysterious. Who for a holiday, and then wearing air bully, clothing and sunglasses are not perfectly matched with the weather and climate that's out. You hear them talk about the Canary Islands, Maldives and Florida, and while saying the name of their destination opens his mouth to make you understand very well.
Then there are those who instead have enclosed in the suitcase dreams of life, hopes for the future and when you cross their eyes get hit by their fear that they try to hide, or simply fail to do so. I sat in front of me a family of medioriendali, you can tell from the way they are and what they do they're running from something, perhaps by the brutality of war that paints all of hate and break the lives of their countrymen. They are trying to escape from all this, are trying to find a new home and rediscover peace and love it takes to survive, putting at stake their future without knowing the slightest thing in store for them.

then remain two other categories of travelers, those who do business with the behavior and safety that leads me to understand that the airport is part of their daily lives: their movements are almost arrogant and pretentious safe for people like me that instead, with ipod in your ears and admiration in his eyes, sought to show the emotion that strikes me every time I set foot in places like this. It will be that perhaps the number of times that I flew the account on the fingers of one hand, but being here alone, in a place so big, it makes me feel free. And that is why in what will be my new life Italian, I will try to travel as much as possible.

I do not remember if I said what is the reason of my journey. Well I do now, I will do 6 days of vacation to the south of Norway. How big is this state, moving from where I live in Oslo will go to half the km that separates me from home. So tonight at 19 I'll be a bit '"closer" to everyone:) I'm going to visit friends
met last July while I was on holiday in S. Cassiano, a small town in the Dolomites. But before that, I will stop at the place where I lived the first time in my experience. 75 days of light (a few) and shadows (too many). But today there'll watch everything with a different measure, I'll do it from outside visitors. I meet my friends, especially Michael. He is a young Belgian who was born a real friendship, and review it after 4 months and passes will be exciting. It was the person to whom I am more "clinging" in difficult times and never stop to thank you for all the times I was close. We'll remember all the many adventures and big laughs spent together, practically the only known tune of what was a sad time to say the least. Then it will still be time to say goodbye, and will be a goodbye to July, when we are on the way to return home, end foreign experience. The SPEAKER

invites passengers traveling to Oslo GATE18 heading to the airport. I have to say goodbye:) to be affected, sooner or later.

Matthew.

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Saturday, March 12: Opening collections S / S 2011

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From h. 15, we would be glad to welcome you to our Boutique, to present the new color to your summer.

This year we will surprise you with more vivid colors from green to pink, yellows and blues, but also with warm earth tones of sand and chocolate

a proposal, in short, complete and suitable for different tastes, from the most chic young lady more, without, however, depart from our unique feminine style, and why not, sensual .... at the bottom of all of us like to be pampered!

We are waiting, will, as always a great pleasure

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Wings and Roots.

We believe that beauty is in the final victory. Nope, the beauty is in the sacrifices, in hopes that we do and the path to get there. The victory is only one thing then we satisfy the efforts, but it is incomparable to the feelings that eventually lead us to her. Perhaps then we should aspire to something impossible frankly, something protected by the difficulty of success that makes us practically the only ones in trying to obtain it, the only ones to believe.

Late February, the weather and the sun we have officially taken a liking. The first is inexorable, passes which is a (dis ) pleasure. Many things of the past no longer forthcoming, with closed eyes are still there. Distant but not too much to make us forget, but not too much to make us close touch. The second is in the form now, and wakes up so early in the morning and wake up and see everything so ready, makes me feel good.
Eros Ramazzotti I have never made a fool. Or rather, I rarely ever listen to want, but when I saw the ear is the same pleasure. Yesterday while I was at a restaurant here in Norway, the stereo was passing her CD "Roots and Wings." Roots and Wings, a song I heard for the first time while I was about to decide whether to leave or not. Roots and Wings, what really has defined my choice to "try to fly." Roots, some too big to be able to detach from the ground, but also strong enough to push up where a thousand puffs of wind that smelled of freedom formed the wings that allowed me to fly to an adventure-fetched, but memorable.

green patches that are making their way through the snow, makes sense that the winter (rather than) is now coming to an end. It will arrive in the summer term, one that colors the world and that makes the flowers bloom. Perhaps I too early to go see this marvel open, but I hope at least to godermene its preview.

With the curiosity of every child who knows he can discover something new every moment, every corner of meravogliosa life, I greet you in love with everything that happens around me and wants to involve me more every second.

Matthew.

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Yara's story, the monster inside of us around-

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Tragic discovery to Yara, a discovery that will not bring any benefit to this little girl waiting for the realization of their dreams. This discovery once again rare for our consciences, but that could work and make some progress, as long as you work within it .... And this, after all, is the true "evolution" of the species. Yara loved the movement that exceeds the limits of gravity, what unites the gestures and education that is behind the expression of dreams and art, who wants to maximize the spirit as well as the body. The flight was terrible for her daring, unjust and unexpected.

Between November and December, the height of the working of our Bluebeard ( Blue Beard, Want To, To Need, To Be ), together with our group had many concerns about the construction of the theater play. The theater of life, with the recent distressing story of Sara Scazzi and then the disappearance of Yara, tragically exceeded what was taking place in our tests. We talked several times. The story "Art" as it traced too real and dramatic was happening in the chronicle of those days: the suspicion about the monster-in us. Then, it was decided that, in a theater "complete" as I define what I run, it was necessary that the history of these two girls worked in the group. Silently, without news bulletins or voyeuristic references to real stories, but with the help of the Drama process in place. For someone like me, has always been interested in criminology for work and study, it was not to enter the crime scene, but the meanings of experiencing with my group of actors, intimates. And Beard has been represented.

One person, a few days ago I spoke of a different dream shattered. His dancing shoes, stop by in the mind-drawer memory waiting to be worn, to read her the silent disappointment of not being understood, at least in that thing. Does not escape me as to you, the obvious difference of gravity of the events, but not of importance. The life of this person, from then stripped not only of shoes never worn, but the courage, autonomy, and in much of the credibility in itself. The importance of things lies not only in what is visible, said, told us in the pages of a newspaper or made "real" from the evidence. The "court" of our affections, that dispenses with guilt and forgiveness, punishments and rewards, park in a much broader mind to what may be contained in the cranium of an individual. The collective consciousness remains and gives importance to things like the fashions, often in the wake of the news of the crash or the share of listening, or, as in these days, must be able to "understand" what happens, even in the absence of noise rumors, in a land close to our country, Libya. One of the first lessons that teaches criminology each latitude is that behind a victim, perhaps as little Yara, there is always the notion of being "in the wrong place at the wrong time" (and conversely terribly right for the slayer) . Coordinates of time and place, however, does not refer only to times and places, but the larger size of the team that is responsive, supportive, empathic inside, which monitors without monitor, which protects without wars, argues that without explicit request. This is the meaning of empathy, the testimony of social life when you accept and overcome their fears in limited boundaries.

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actors Dear, dear fellow travelers, I dedicate this photo (and video just released) to the path that we have done at all, no holds barred and people ... Travel heretic, if orthodoxy suggests bowing to the powerful, the cuteness, the camouflage stories and history. Unmasks the theater, as the history and background of this child is. The powerful narcisimo of bends (we see him in these days of conflict and tragedy close to our "borders"), apparently without tears, the justice of civil life, where not enough respect, if there is love. And it has elapsed, with the costumes or the evidence before the performance, with the anxiety of the show valuable, the outside and the inside.
I took four players to freely and I put them to inhabit the Atelier Theatre Dramatica just means this step, delicate (but still passing) between two parts of the same "forest". What, where, if we do not lose a little, do not even know that it is important to "find". Artificial image, the paradox of reality, if it is placed in the mesh of the dream. But where one ends and another begins has been our secret, private and group, just finished the course. With two studios and its actors. Director

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Hypnodrama: Morfeo , Ikelos and Fantasos . The balance psychosomatic is now provoked by ideas and emotions destoricizzate path according to the usual formal logic, in an attempt to reconcile the emergence of "asymmetrical" induction to observe its history or a defined event, to overcome resistance unconscious. Emotional reactions such as amazement, wonder, emotion shatter the prejudices towards the reconstruction of a possible new story N is on our past to be correct, but the emotional experience in it and stored frozen, such as the absurd static nature of the symptom rather than visible, thin red line "Langs-states-that leads to the traumatic experience, or rather what it is today as" significantly " from our present. director

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live and live again.

V to that story .. I said a moment ago that it had nothing to say but now I like writing so much that eventually combine a patatrak that rather than being nice, it will seem just a mess. Ok, let's try to clear up this hurricane of words that I turn around, too many words. The good thing too.

change in ideas as fast as he does the weather, here, lost in hundreds of kilometers above the Arctic Circle. Are not those high clouds that cover my head, is a blue gray brushed of that if I raise an arm almost touch.

music in my ears, "that strange," my traveling companion for life. There has always been, and is one of few things that certainly will never in my life. What would life without music? Always need a soundtrack, it's like a sticky note attached with a paper stopper to every text of the past. Brings us back to a person, a story, a love that has taken the time one evening and one that still haunts us at night. Brings us back to business, adventure and affection (perhaps his only memory) that we need.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;.. Some past lives read like the songs, and go behind the songs.

some lives fade as fast as the songs and the songs are inside ..>>

(Not The Singer, Ligabue) .

I often listen to popular songs in a few months ago and will stick in my head intrusive memories or not, that I carry around since the radio went that music. I do not like music "popular", are I did so well that I live: taste this but I love carrying around a backpack full of what it was, that's not even a little bit more than they ever will be.

is a backpack to change, too small and worn to hold it all in, but right now I do not want to put me to empty it to filter the pleasure from the surplus. If I have it installed in will mean that even that had its time and its great significance, as well as his place if he had won. ( \u0026lt;\u0026lt; Matthew Cock, instead you should learn to empty . >> \u0026lt;\u0026lt; I know . >> ).

The problem is that the backpack that my shoulders are supporting, most of the space is occupied by promises made and received, many of which are unfinished. Promises too bulky to deprive potersene, often kept only for the weak and invisible hope, hope to see them one day realized.

" here .. This is for you, and even if it is not much, I just wanted to say who was here at the end of me. It is for you that you know who I'm speaking from, and you will like a minute and then you'll forget it .. "

(Viva!, Ligabue).

There is another one of the league, another race another lap. A song from "live and live again."

Out of life and space to dreams, a big hug.

Matthew.

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I'm back here, have not disappeared. :) It's been ten days since my last surgery, and usually do not like to leave so much empty space between what I write. Anyway
("cmq" in English but that fascinates me three times), I had things to write. And I have not yet! Or rather, I mean well. Not on my gender. It is a very immature with respect to emotions and feelings, so today I prefer to subjects more "at hand", I attempt in bad world of actuality.

In the past week, there was the Festival of Sanremo. Not that I ever caught my curiosity, however, saw the participation of great pride Como David Van de Sfroos, I could not help him.

It ended with the victory of Vecchioni, no doubt the author of a song worthy. To raise my doubt, however, is not even the second-Emma fashion brands, as a third place Albano already banned (and then fished out) the first night. There I see myself, old ladies over80 all zealous (attached with orgasm when they saw that it was part of filnalisti 3) to send SMS to the darling of our grandparents. Returning to darling of the lake, he was the real surprise of this festival in positive. Straparte are, but I think his song is perhaps the only one able to add a little 'listeners, and who knows what this Yanez can not become a blockbuster in view of the summer.

What say about other artists, presenters and extras? In addition all'inascoltabile Tricarico, a song that could only act as a soundtrack to accompany a mass suicide, and Patty Pravo, exhumed from the grave just to sing his song twice before being carefully placed back into his sarcophagus, others are left without infamy and without praise (although many are much closer to infamy). We obviously expect more from a disappointing Giusy Ferreri whereas the rest pleasantly surprised by the Crush.

Morandi as a presenter is an insult to those who do the job. Although it appreciated the effort they put us, lead not really his job. The Belen and Canalis a lot of stuff (to see) and not just be thrown away as co-presenters, perhaps the best among the poor at the time outstanding.
Luke and Paul funny the first few nights, but then, by dint of Berlusconi, bunga-bunga Rubacuori and Ruby have become a bit 'too predictable and boring. However, well above sufficiency.

As a guest, I enjoyed Benigni, a true genius never dull and Scone, and De Niro, with attached translation momentary duo Canalis-Morandi. As Elizabeth wanted to give us proof of internationalism, it was better if they were doing his work RAI interpreter.
The rest of me is lost, so do not judge.

As for me, my life between the snow and the nature of Norway goes quiet, maybe too much.

Yesterday as I reached the bus with my team the place of the game, I understood what are in another world on the road along the sea, I had the pleasure of admiring the window the sight of dolphins and killer whales, a few dozen meters from the shore. normal. While returning in the evening were reindeer and moose to keep us company the edge of the roadway. These things I will miss.

I just returned from a weekend full of football. I finally football season began with Hoken, my Norwegian team. For the first time game with a mesh "My", with name and number. Pavanello 51, and tell me if fabbbbrutto !. Why 51? Simple. The number 6 already belonged to another guy, so I opted for the 5 +1.

Lots of vinterserien (Literally "winter range") are played in an indoor stadium in just over two hours and from Andenes, my village. Since you played both Saturday and Sunday, I absorbed a dozen hours on the bus, but have moved quickly between music, coffee and laughter.

Then he takes the field .. eh that magic! I was missing for 9 months. Finally I came to breathe the air of the typical pre-game in the locker room, good luck rituals, thoughts, expectations, charging. MioDDDio if I was homesick!

As the results achieved over the weekend, I leave you with a question: if you play two games, one in the win and lose it, you're happy with the victory or the bitter taste remains for the defeat?

between Hilsen Norge, Matthew.

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Thursday February 10

the most natural thing that comes to me to do, filled by this enchanting landscape, it is picking up a piece of paper that I find in my pocket, and pen always at hand. No matter if that package was an old memory of my Italian life, leaving thousands of miles away. I have to do, period.

honestly do not even know how to start it, so everything around me seems to bother me in his silence. You jealous, jealous of when he looked up to him to try to put down two lines.

I'm sitting on the only rock spaziettino that inexplicably there is no snow. To get here, though, I had to make myself a few dozen meters "embedded" in the thirty inches of snow fell the night and morning. No matter if now I have my feet all wet, and the risk of being at home tonight with a fever. This is a show that I could not deny me.

Yesterday there were waves, but today the sea looks like a table of oil, flat and perfect. Groups of gulls and puffins float on water play, they too want to enjoy what they have around, while a flock flies over a rebel vessel away from the coast. It seems deliberately helpless, trapped waves that would rather have now decided to take a break. It's the freedom that only the sea can give, a sea in which certainly will leave a part of me.

The cold does not feel, when you can not feel your heart pump a heat almost unnatural in every vein.

Mountains severe beyond the sea are not only capped the peaks, but they are completely covered by a velvet enchanted white blanket that leaves no gaps.
There's just that air that reminds you to not be in a picture, and caressing the cheeks as the sun, which now has a habit of stopping in the sky, he kisses you without shame.
is a well-deserved reward for those who, like me, you have waited so long, the lighting of lamps and candles that light up even the need, so they did not exhaustive.

is the pinnacle, is what I need. Those who harbor behind me were beautiful month, but the facts also sad moments. Today everything for which I have suffered, fought and contrast seems to praise. I have never felt so at peace with everything else.

Matthew.

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pity for them and pity for us, beyond grief, courage.
randomly photographed in January 2011, the open today.

There is empathy for those who see and understand and then there's the "denied", which is hidden and autoassolve just because the gaze is fixed under a bridge or in the middle of a cane for four children. No look is poor, and if we do not believe there is just to remind us the art of a painter or a sculptor. Can there be silence, but never a lack of respect. To my players. director

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A ray of sunshine.

The sea today is a charming spectacle: the force that emit the waves slamming violently against the rocks up in the sky a wet white powder. And nuances of the beauty of a sky blue candidly, never been opened. Only the trajectories of seagulls and a few sea eagle "cut" this vast untouched.

Tuesday, February 8

A few days of age has arrived. For now it is only the result of a number that is added to the above, but will begin to bear fruit in some time. It was a special party: I had the good fortune to spend my birthday with boys and girls from every corner of the planet, and then I could receive in-person greetings in every language in the world. A "Happy Birthday" to disguise sounds and new expressions, bizarre. Bodes well for the my future.

Life is a charming story which makes us protagonists of most unexpected adventures, sometimes surreal in their unquestioned reality. As we strive to figure out how to "will", as endings go to our businesses, it will never happen what we had expected. Reaches almost all exclusively for the event: a stroke when we expect only a handful or plugs when we rose. All this does is make it even more magical than that life in itself, it already is.

Experience I am facing is helping to build day after day a new person, and in so many things I do not even recognize us. But it is evidently rightly so.

Now let us carry the waves of the sea in constant turmoil, but without losing the direction the stars that shine in the sky every night to show us exactly where we are divided and what is the way to follow to get in tomorrow now about to come, where the sun never gets tired to get up.
and its rays, when they come to light everything they encounter on their way, bringing to light new findings, yet pleasantly enveloped in the halo of mystery that you wear around.
is the new life that is ready to come.

Matthew.

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stills from "Blue Beard, Want To, To Need, To Be," in December 2010. Catia
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Catia Savo in Blue Beard, Blue Beard
Drama reduction of E. Joachim, In-Out Creative Drama & Theatre, Rome, December 2010

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Cinema and Film-Drama Therapy Therapy, Social and Artistic Designs, Pliny Perilli

Plinio Perilli during the introductory lecture to the piece
Drama "The Fissatigre" E. Joachim, 2007

The Feb. 3 in Rome, at the In-Out Creative Drama & Theatre (CDIOT), Plinio Perilli will host the presentation of his latest book "Building Gaze "vast repertoire and plot the relationship between the Cinema and other Arts The author will also present the Cinema-Drama Therapy Workshop conducted by the Director of CDIOT, E. Joachim.

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that cinema, by its very nature, ritual and imploded, small-or large stage show of Psyche, is equipped or can be anyway used, called for his manly virtues affabulanti, cathartic therapy and therefore, it became clear from the very beginning. What if glittering gags of the first comic Max Linder and Oscar, the huge Charlot, mean and melancholy, the same "lunar" Buster Keaton, the Marx brothers metaphysical, Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy ... lenivano the historical traumas of the first or existential approach and entry into modernity (and also the hell of the Great War, the purgatory of the postwar period), the great novelists of images caressed by virtue of plot, drama resolved, vicissitude of salvation, the desire and strength to progress that Europe and the World asked all in the bottom 900.

But even here, there size and extent. There was a short film that remains on the surface of the problems and the soul, and others which plunged from a peak within the ganglia of the conflict (social), malaise (individual) - Herr already short of what Nietzsche called "the disease called the man "...

So Modern Times (1936), so to speak, was not only a parody but also the soothing light-hearted and insinuating against the Food Chain and the acceleration of industrial Fordism, and in fact accelerated the alienation of the new world labor ...

By virtue doppiamene Art, the authors devoted to surrealism (Luis Buñuel all) came to beaches and shores of the spirit and mystery knot: restorative exceptional, let us say, for the rest of the car Cinema-always struggling with the most unfathomable power of "genres" ... Think of the great job that a director like Hitchcock played on the hidden psyche of daring and stunning ... Real classics such as Spellbound (1945) or Vertigo - The Woman Who Lived Twice (1958), they give considerable weight. No coincidence that the well-known sequence of the dream that haunts Gregory Peck - in Spellbound - was "designed" by Salvador Dali ... Then when he found other real Decima Musa and their genes as Bergman, Welles, Kubrick and then - could no longer be any doubt: Cinema concealed and protected itself a very strong charge psychotherapy, imaginative, healthy and pure transference in the name of every even grim drama to be dissolved, any yet another comedy to represent, and where perhaps even to ourselves ...

enter Enter, enter - enter directly into the screen and those same stories as leads us to do at the end of the hilarious, self-critical with Woody Allen its very serious and farces with unconventional (Annie Hall, 1977, Manhattan, 1979, above all, The Purple Rose of Cairo, 1985) ...

From We, meanwhile, Toto and Peppino, somehow even the Deaf and Manfredi, Gassman and Tognazzi and all the other musketeers of the "Italian comedy" did a great job if only on the collective unconscious-not to mention the TARE (sometimes on the merits!) of the "costume" ...

But the great directors of the contradictions, ill-treatment of the ego to the incommunicable, more often unacceptable by itself) were Fellini and Antonioni, but also very different assimilated. The sweet life and Eight and a half, The Adventure, The Night, The Eclipse, Red Desert ... film that were in full year '60, Told the best scientists or sociologists of the psyche that torment of a consumer society with the welfare of consumerism, however, inoculated together, even poisons, stress, a thousand untold anxieties.

We look to ferment Italian: a new generation (at that time, the bold young!), That of Marco Bellocchio and Bernardo Bertolucci, the film certainly gave a privileged role in the great social upheaval (especially psychological, introjected) took over and pushed the '68 ... And here too, films like Fists in the Pocket, The Conformist, Last Tango in Paris, had great merit of sincerity and denudation duty.

Pier Paolo Pasolini, meanwhile, continued his great work among combinatorial image and poetry, protest and complaint ... But, listen, listen! - Entrusted to the art. Titles like Ricotta (1963), Hawks and the Sparrows (1966), Teorema (1968), they left their mark.

and many other great tutelary deities continued to question-luckily, our ill-concealed anxiety bourgeois complacency or crisis, our false security, disease diagnosed less ominous but not least ... Ingmar Bergman with between- many other masterpieces - Wild Strawberries, 1958; Cries and Whispers, 1972; Scene from a Marriage, 1973; The mirror image, 1976 ... The same best Kurosawa (Dersu Uzala one example of the little man to the Great Plains, 1970), Jacques Tati Playtime and alienation (1967) ...

For each generation that occurs, the Cinema is, play new chances of stripping the ego, and a hundred imaginatively psychotherapeutic approaches: even secular, mimetic representation (as it once was for the theater!) and much of this malaise. He did Wim Wenders Germany with its still scarred and wounded history, in short, with the angels "human" from Wings of Desire (1987) ... He did more with Pedro Almodóvar beautiful of his films - and a Spain that just emerged from the Franco dictatorship and a gray also of conscience, want to find, fervor, even new nightmares: Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown (1988), All About My Mother (2 000 ) Talk to Her (2002) ...

With Quentin Tarantino, and vice / habit of an all too American, and more than extreme kind "splatter"-we get down to the last step of inferos of a modern, modern 'evil of living "... a violent reaction to the results and a simple and crude violence-thankfully - as ends in un'autoparodia cathartic, an acceleration in plasticity and to play ... It's basically just the technique (possibly the post-modern counter-moral!) of accelerated genre "horror" ... Reservoir Dogs (1992), Pulp Fiction (1994), are fortunately only fiction ... The more we make it there account, the more we move away from our habitat and our hearts ...

Something to identify and stripping away like a cancer, a benign tumor that perhaps the company can not afford, or admit: if not by putting on stage, and dropping it in cauterizing Entertainment, the theater perennial or sudden, transparent or fully pulled down, sweating, events of our existence: "The theater here is the trap" - Shakespeare's Hamlet is saying - "where I will take the conscience of the King" ...

Nothing really good is that inadvertent Cinema, theater transfiguring images. Therapy and empathy absolute, if the viewer / patient trusts you with the serenity of one who also knows and still wants to take the long inner journey.

Recommended text: Plinio Perilli, Building Gaze (synaesthetic History of Cinema in 40 major directors "), Mancosu Group, Rome, 2009.
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