The words that touch us – 1
A production of Bonifrates Theater Group, for social media in times of isolation. Continue reading The words that touch us – 1
A production of Bonifrates Theater Group, for social media in times of isolation. Continue reading The words that touch us – 1
But that took so long that the second didn’t wait, it put itself next to the other and starts with its prayer “ga, ga, ga, ga….” And the third didn’t wait either and after a certain time they all stood in a line and prayed…. Continue reading The Goose, the Fox & Palermo
It must be nice, it must be nice…Lin-Manuel Miranda…to be able to leave this world knowing that you left sparkles of beauty, poetry and joy in your extensive body of work. A work of quality, a work of inclusiveness, a work of originality… Continue reading The power of composition
Second of two posts of A Night for Pina After “…como el musguito en la piedra, ay si, si, si…” we were lucky to witness “A Night for Pina”, a celebration of Pina’s life which included a special and original segment that the ensemble and guests prepared on stage for Pina. Again, beautiful poems of individual scenes. Several nodded to references to Pina’s pieces, sometimes as if they were inside-jokes, while others seemed very personal dedications. All of these scenes between reading of quotes from Pina’s speeches and between sips of wine or coffee in this “bar-like” setting. A lot … Continue reading A celebration
Towards the end, they felt to me as a rest break from the heavy conflicts of living, before being able to set free? Are you drinking a sip of water before saying goodbye? Continue reading “…como el musguito en la piedra, ay si, si, si…”
…that is the reason my mind didn’t resist the repetition or the density…You could just stay forever watching, as if you were in them. In this room of what life is. How incredible is it that we can be touched by something so hard to understand? To appreciate something you wish you knew how to better interpret? Continue reading He takes her by the hand and leads her into the castle, the others follow
It made me be more intrigued, and forced me to pay more attention to the music and the visuals, try to decode them better without hints. It made it all more intriguing, although sometimes frustrating. It made me wonder: Is there a language in art? What is the role of language in art? Continue reading Castor&&Pollux