Thursday, April 16, 2009

Racquel Darrian In Pa

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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