look at the moon
a metà settembre la luna era grande. la I watched from the window of the car (rear right: my place a child in the car of my parents) when I flew back home on the plain, as well as rosy. the moon was low on the horizon, and red. in the time that I watched, she walked away from the horizon more and more, without break, without slowing down, as the inexorable passage of time, I thought about how many things people have said and done and thought in front of her, to all those stories from Perugia kiss that lovers tell. but she continues with its speed and ignore everything. perhaps romance means just realize this. Share
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Spondylosis In Soldiers
is strange being naked in front of others makes us feel helpless and exposed, we have nothing to hide behind. is a sense of decency variously interpreted: there are people who are comfortable without clothes, but are not willing to reveal more of themselves from the body, there are people around who tell you (maybe), but are not willing to show their body.
there are people who in any case, we are naked or dressed, they are unable to see beyond our own shells .
now I feel so naked in front of him. Share
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Frustration Card Game Rules
TAVERN FRIDAY October 2 The temptation is' A TORINO
con
Giulio Barbato , Claudio Javier Benegas, Pietro Botte, Nico Ciliberti, Valentina Curatoli, Patrizia Monti, Antonella Romano, Ramona Tripodi
"In 1919 a southern family decimated by war only goes from the rituals of the past and threats of the future. (...) The widowed mother tries to suppress a subsidiary whose unacknowledged mystical sexual urges take the form of uncontrolled emission of flowers, hailed as a miracle. The pace is cheerfully chaotic motion by witty moments and applauded by singing vaudeville dialect "
... .. Assuntina, poor thing, had no intention of doing a bad thing .
asks forgiveness from Jesus for the fire that you hear him, but happens that the fire does not pass and one day, poor thing, she begins to give off a smell of flowers, the smell of holy smell is out of the house and now this thing is known.
The story we tell is set in a town in southern Italy, we are in 1919.
The first great war is over and yet you feel the weight, fascism is coming but no one even imagines.
Everything is prepared for the worst but no one wants to notice anything, not even the most obvious oddities, like a young girl who falls prey to publicly floral pollutions.
We are in a good family in the war that has lost most of his men, Donna Lucia, the head of the family, is now circondata da parenti emigranti (dal Veneto, dall’Argentina) che ritornano a casa, da spasimanti e da due figli, Michele e Assuntina, la bambina santa, di cui va tanto fiera la famiglia tutta, che fa la comunione tutte le mattine e non vede l’ora di prendere i voti.
Così com’è che accade, arriva qualcosa che smuove la radice segreta di questo equilibrio, la passione mistica si fa carne, si fa petali di fiori che prendono possesso di ogni possibile spazio di normalità in eruzioni dal profumo inoccultabile.
Sara Sole Notarbartolo 
AT 21.30
Royal Riding, Riding the Royal
INTERNATIONAL FESTIVAL
THROUGH THE SACRED ORDINARY
has
"THE TEMPTATION"
a show
Sara Sun Notarbartolo 
Premio Nuove Creatività
Premio Nuove Creatività
una produzione di
Taverna Est
con il sostegno dell’ETI
in collaborazione con
Mercadante Teatro Stabile di Napoli
Festival Primavera dei Teatri
Itinerarte
con
Giulio Barbato , Claudio Javier Benegas, Pietro Botte, Nico Ciliberti, Valentina Curatoli, Patrizia Monti, Antonella Romano, Ramona Tripodi
"In 1919 a southern family decimated by war only goes from the rituals of the past and threats of the future. (...) The widowed mother tries to suppress a subsidiary whose unacknowledged mystical sexual urges take the form of uncontrolled emission of flowers, hailed as a miracle. The pace is cheerfully chaotic motion by witty moments and applauded by singing vaudeville dialect "
Masolino D'Amico, La Stampa
... .. Assuntina, poor thing, had no intention of doing a bad thing .
asks forgiveness from Jesus for the fire that you hear him, but happens that the fire does not pass and one day, poor thing, she begins to give off a smell of flowers, the smell of holy smell is out of the house and now this thing is known.
The story we tell is set in a town in southern Italy, we are in 1919.
The first great war is over and yet you feel the weight, fascism is coming but no one even imagines.
Everything is prepared for the worst but no one wants to notice anything, not even the most obvious oddities, like a young girl who falls prey to publicly floral pollutions.
We are in a good family in the war that has lost most of his men, Donna Lucia, the head of the family, is now circondata da parenti emigranti (dal Veneto, dall’Argentina) che ritornano a casa, da spasimanti e da due figli, Michele e Assuntina, la bambina santa, di cui va tanto fiera la famiglia tutta, che fa la comunione tutte le mattine e non vede l’ora di prendere i voti.
Così com’è che accade, arriva qualcosa che smuove la radice segreta di questo equilibrio, la passione mistica si fa carne, si fa petali di fiori che prendono possesso di ogni possibile spazio di normalità in eruzioni dal profumo inoccultabile.
Sara Sole Notarbartolo
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