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Mark's last post was about" a thousand why. " Perhaps it is a number that is not enough if we add the children because the school and the educators themselves. Then if we add those of the spectators becomes useless to count again. It is worth But ask yourself, why so many questions and no answer? In sorrow because there is something that is done, there is the fear of the day, they are all equal, as before, as if nothing had happened and nothing had changed. Many would like to go back, rewind time to relive the same emotions. But in the meantime, all remain still, as if they were to regret not being able to live, she can no longer love. I leave you with a little story.

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The green tower

In a country not much far, not much but enough, there was a man. He waited for things to happen, things like that rain or a flower that blooms. He was right, because it was raining one day and another day was born a flower. When these things happened, he smiled before saying: "I have done well to wait."
The house in which he lived was surrounded by a garden and a hedge is not very high but enough that you could not jump over it.
Between rain and a flower the days passed and the man continued to wait for things to happen, things like that the hedge ceases to grow or that a woman loved him, not much but enough. Then, he would say: "I have done well to wait."
With time and with the rain, the fence continued to grow, not much but enough so to hide the garden and its flowers first then the whole house.
The man waited, no rain.
One day a woman passing by, while gathering flowers, she found herself before a green tower. She began to turn them around to see how big it was, but it started to rain, not much but enough for the woman said: "I can not wait until the rain stops." So the flowers clutched to his chest who had already collected and moved away from the tower green, not much but enough not to return.

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A myriad of colors ... AN OPEN LETTER

Myriad colors ... White, blue, black, yellow mingled with each other.

Our eyes wet cheeks with uncontrollable emotion from the last salute, announcing to the audience that the show was now in its last reply.

include a mix of human bodies that they embraced each other, slowly the lights went out!

The work of five months had given him, in our small contribution to the highest perfection.

We were happy and a strange emotion of not seeing more, mingled in the air, between the sweat of exhaustion ... Likewise, we were ready to leave ... But at that moment was a dream that almost tormented, mingling with reality, the head of each of us.

The stage emptied, and with it the whole theater.

Twenty feet away was ready another room, where as a last gesture of volunteer and there was a pizza, ready to be eaten from the mouths of all.

Dai has been great! We'll see? Leave me your phone? We took a picture?

small phrases that were softened our innocence in search of new emotions.

Yes, but us, the hosts and satisfy the age, were the protagonists in their twenties.

Their freshness and light of youth was eternal dawn light everywhere!

now finished eating, out in the garden fumarci a cigarette, and as a last farewell warned us, but without saying anything, that tired had to go back to their homes. Almost everyone laughed in small groups, but in our faces was almost regret not seeing each other again!

That story, like the smoke of a cigarette and was about to end ... We were all or nearly out in the garden.

The first pictures I remember, with their small flash appeared to many small fireflies that lit up the white teeth and eyes of all. Immortalized in a film a memory, it would be for those kids the joy of a moment.

as if we were in some kind of way, small groups of party, joking with each other kissing.

now it was late, and healthy, with all the desire not to break away from that more than this, we began to see them go.

We awakened from a dream that lasted almost a week, walking through, among a thousand, because the truth of our reality.

Rome, 05.04.2009

Marco Brucchietti

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former headquarters ITAS "A. Celli, Via Novara 20 "- Rome

theater is watching the audience and no one to talk to all but first of all to themselves, because if you are not real people will not be false, but your words it will be your soul and your voice, as every little movement on the stage, sound and feel false. Together we brought the " theater school " , so one day you came from the front door without knowing who would be in the same corridors always returned, even if equal in the body more tired, and you would have looked at everything in a different way. Now every corner of your school, from classrooms to schools for you has a different degree, all around the world will be closer in reality, you have not discovered anything new, but you've lived there an experience that has shown a stage, with you over, a place can become infinite. The real discovery you have made, and that is all yours, lies in the infinite: the possibilities are endless to repeat a story, are infinite ways of telling, you are infinite you too if you want to tell it. Come from distances different, you are in a difficult time, which flattens everything and defines your space up to rob the future. This experience makes you the person who will walk along many unusual and even unlikely to have experienced players like the risky step that could make the stay unfinished. Those of you now to give up what he did and who lived in these days? None! Yet I felt that in some moments I was alone and alone in believing that we would have done, I believed in you more than yourself? Do not you know some better than others. But I am sensitive to your emotions, feel them and feel even when changing from one moment to another, and as you will let moods to make decisions that appear to become irreversible without never. Everything in life there will always be left undone as a burden. My pride is the fact of having accompanied him to accomplish something that has now become an experience and that will always be yours, that no one can ever take away, that tomorrow will not be a memory but a thought to return to, because each of you will learned from all this something that will be his alone. Do you think there has ever said good? Then I tell you now, even saying the word thank you, because this was an experience for me, without you I would not have been possible. But remember that the experiences have always a price, you pay with attention, concentration, commitment, responsibility and all those other bad words that if you listen to someone bigger than you does not make sense, but if experienced directly give you the maturity that no paper can certify. Underlying everything is a system that asks you to choose which thing to do, may be the best or otherwise, that may be difficult or another, you can not understand and you need time, not always there. Friends can help you. But the greatest help comes from those who criticizes you. Learn from them, are great teachers, and learn more if they are bad, they will be merciless, not wanting to tell you more than truth, that will tell you what you could become in the future if we learn to improve. You could become like them. I hope I have been a bad teacher. I am, being a quiet man who has known and observed and that has waited until now to talk about after the first, of what lies beyond the experience of " theater school " . My goal is always to make people better, especially if they are young like you better than me, entrust commitments and responsibilities that no longer dependent on me. The project that we carried out together once again demonstrates that this is possible. I already I knew.

Villa Glori, Rome, March 28-April 4, 2009

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