Sunday, February 22, 2009

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Ofelia sitting in the garden behind his house, on a bench behind the gate is combed. Sing or hum slowly. His house is around the Royal Palace of Elsinore, home to Prince Hamlet. Here
a crowd of men, all different. But as the thought of the crowd did not think about the individual, the men are dressed in the Similarly, with the most elegant possible to suggest the idea of \u200b\u200bmass. Today, dressed in black, can see the devastation through the windows, little by little they are closing one by one. Something stinks. The men in black come out to the balcony, hoisted a black flag at half-staff. The palace is dressed in mourning. The king is dead. White cloths
you dressed like snow mountain and lead you to the grave covered with beautiful flowers, which love tender tears welled then. Ofelia
gets on the bench and cut the orange flowers that will serve for the funeral ... Black men receive the guests in the courtyard of the king in which they are viewing. Ophelia closes the gate and mix among the guests, and unique viewers witnessed a procession to the second floor, where the funeral is being developed. With eyes glazed offers flowers ... Arriving at the door asking for silence. Of two to enter the room where he is looking out the dead king.
the end in the window looking out Gertrudis is recently widowed. Diagonal
In the Shadow, the spectrum: I'm doomed to wander for a time at night ... and fast in flames during the day.
The woman in black crying turns and walks toward the casket is empty
(The spectrum is witnessing the sights and says): I still had not cooled the food for the feast of mourning when were served at the bridal table.
The woman (not seen nor heard) melting into tears on the coffin, gets up and flies the bride's veil before the coffin nails. With this dramatic action scene changes to a marriage. These two cultural rites are mixed, and permeate each other. Fragility thy name is woman ... (walks toward her) in a month ... eyes still red case. Offenders precipitation, going to take care with such an incestuous bed. (She kneels before the altar) Hamlet remember me, this can not end well. Remember my revenge. Revenge!
The shadow lies in the coffin / altar. The back of the bride is visible in the mouth kisses the dead. Rotates out of the church in its journey through the carpet, throw the bouquet over the dead. Ofelia offers guests a bed of flowers for the coffin.
Queen Gertrude marries her brother Claudio, new king of Denmark.
Although still remains alive the memory of our dear brother, forcing us to keep our hearts and sad in the kingdom only retain the image of pain, with all that, has fought my reason to nature, I have kept a prudent sense of his loss, along with the memory of what has us we should. So I took for a wife who was my sister, and now reigns with me. While these joys are imperfect, because they have joined the happiness the tears, the parties to the funeral, chanting death to the nuptial of matrimony, designed in the same balance of pleasure and sorrow ... Hamlet son ... do not deny me this right. I beg you, I know this is the effect of deep sorrow, all born from the death of your father, heaven with you to alleviate this great sorrow which you have in your heart. You know, this is common to all men, all that lives must die, you should not ignore it, your father lost a father, and he lost his as well.
Is it good that the heart suffers, meaning foolishly resisting what is and should be inevitable?
(Gertrude and Claudius look, you hold hands, smile. They kiss. Salen walking)

Sunday, February 1, 2009

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Beyond the point of view, the fact that I speak of the Greek tragedies did not hesitate even a moment:
I looked up and said, Well Ok go. Let's see what happens in your real world?
He smiled. Me too.
We went walking in silence. He lit a cigarette.
Another time. Increasingly
slow flying over the wind-filled evening. We did a walking blocks and could not get out of my head Euripides and Sophocles and Aeschylus thought, always slowly, watching the smoke out of his mouth what would I prefer? "Aeschylus? "Sophocles? Euripides I love, the truth that all three are great ancient Greeks suppose that you like one over another is a matter of taste, subjectivity, road trips or to go. All three are heartbreaking make their characters are in a dead end at some point in their works. I thought of Medea in Clytemnestra in Agamemnon The Libation Bearers and Oedipus. I got out of my reverie in which Greek thought was immersed when I heard his voice saying, This is my truck going to take something to my house?.
My heart started beating a little faster, I blush, look at the sky for a moment to see if it appeared the deus ex machina to save us. Any God would come to rescue me? Seeking
keys pocket with a keychain green jacket, climbed into the van. Took off his jeans jacket, lit it, he started playing music and Last Kiss by Pearl Jam, we we turned the corner and we are carried through the streets listening to that song. He put his hand on my leg, I was a caress. I looked up and thought it was Zeus who came to kiss me. He stared at me. Kiss me at a stoplight. I could not stop looking at him, he every now and then looking through the rearview mirror, lights began to light up the night. We were him and me on the roads of the city listening Last Dog while the world was disappearing.