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Dance Drama: An Attic of Heart

the attic of the Heart, Drama Workshop Free, January 14, 2010

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A group of friends "you said just a dream. It did not matter who it was, it was just important to be there ... all to dig an old attic. So old that might have been forgotten since the last mouse and also the only animals that were on display were just those little spiders on the canvas, too sleepy to share the dream. In fact, they were probably just stop. Ah yes that everything slows down in that place, even the gestures are discovering things, under the thick blanket of dust, "as an old blanket ..." said a girl, sun, just rising. Phoenix is \u200b\u200bliterally fell on a table long enough to hold on, arranged in columns disordered, some dusty volumes. But this did not prevent Livia, on the other side of the table, to investigate on a block of letters held together by a red ribbon. The slow movements and thought become a basket that can accommodate things that come from far and push them even further, with the energy of emotion. And the curiosity!
was just so curious Mareliz and above all "greedy." This time preceded the "journey" of his uncle on the "sovereda, he had spared the complicity of the" theft "of sweet and was making the" theft of the century "! There, in the cupboard, even by the dim light faded, there were thousand sweet ... Oh God not just a thousand, maybe a little less, much less ... that "the grandmother kept, and share." Pearl sugar on those cookies and sugary love to make the days of her and other children. Now he had the courage and only for a moment he was overawed by the eye of that rocking horse that the Sun was determined to move, only a time ritmazione also well become infinite between those eyes and those hands in search of discovery.
Bleu, meanwhile, was sitting in a corner of the attic to see their friends and memories, not at all distracted by the noise caused in Phoenix obstinate attempt to open a secret drawer under the table. "Hey," exclaimed at him, then we shall find! And then, you do not see (?) There is no drawer is ... only a crack in the wood ... "But that could be important, when you want to discover something, while you are looking for!
Meanwhile, his eyes moistened Beatrice watched, along with those of Persephone, into the light sull'abbaino light of some cracks. The campaign was spread with its smells and tastes a thousand miles away near the place of dusty, with a spell as strong. So many things, so different, they can live by! This time the father had taken her to pick the olives, along with her sisters. tabnto She liked that operation, you are closer to the smell of the earth. And he thought that perhaps the good taste of tarallo covered with frosting could cover the loss. Persephone and thanked the little bit into sweet.
Mareliz's mouth was too full to accept another, his little heart and gentle thief too pleased to be able to steal the cake before the grandmother's hands measured, and appeared a little distracted, but only for a little bit, because Luna had reached the group just now. Absolutely reckless, had shouted "Ah ... it is here that you had driven." A choral shhhhhhhhhhhhh band of immobility as if it were the work of the "Big Spider" who was daydreaming Blue, good and prolific in his personal story.
The adventure was not over, too many things curious and strange, old and forgotten in this place so "unconscious", and hidden magic. They would continue to search through letters and stuffed animals, comic books and blankets abandoned, a saga of adventure complicit in that place of dreams. Only spectator of the disturbing picture, great-grandfather. We looked for a moment and without losing even a single act of what you did! But you could count on one thing: the bottom was always a relative of one of them and then, as always, would keep the secret.
the attic of the Heart, "he told the writer of a collection of poems, several years ago.
And you know, the heart is immense.