echoes of a spectacle – echi di uno spettacolo – ecourile unui spectacol

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photos by valeriu dg barbu at zoomarine Rome

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for ye…

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Yesterday was my 45th birthday … – Ieri è stato il mio 45 ° compleanno …

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last day of shooting at Zoomarine Rome – ultimo giorno di riprese… – ultima zi de filmări…

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new photos by valeriu dg barbu…

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master falconer Niko… Zoe and Fabio, protagonists of the filmImage

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freedom…

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follows tomorrow, news and story

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spectacle continues for another day – spettacolo prosegue per un altro giorno – Spectacolul continuă pentru încă o zi – part 5

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photos by valeriu dg barbu at zoomarine Rome, yesterday…

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(I work with the RAI team at a children’s film) 

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The Pendulum – il pendolo – pendulul

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• MOTTO: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? (Sonnet 18)
William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

The left eye says to the right one: It’s not fair that
Only you can see the moon shade on…

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In this very moment – In questo stesso momento – chiar în acest moment

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in this very moment
a baby takes his first breath
a soul sleeps out of a body, like a wonder, too early
in this very moment, in the sheets of a bed, orgasm is achieved –
another is merely simulated,
a human being, as a shirt of another, tries the worst pains,
another is subjected to violence in this very moment
we reach new heights in all times famine, we give prizes for disease
rounds of applauses, high emotions that take your breath away, nominations for high positions
historical discoveries and betrayals, abominable plans are concocted
in this very moment
I wrote all the above as if at the same time, while you read it
this unique and countless choir, like a joint plea,
turns the planet
love goes to waste like air that escapes breathing, like a light
in the world of the blind

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in questo stesso…

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I am staying still – ancora sto – stau

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I am hanging paradoxes on a wire like clothes to dry on a rainy day
Laziness is today more diligent than the drive to accomplish great deeds
With which the friend-foe mornings are trying to gun me down
My feeling good is a sort of sickness, a dull and hostile feeling
Something between too much and in vain
Idealistic only… I am asking for it!… for the dim sparkle of that far away victory light
In forests, I see first the roots, not the leaves,
In rivers, I see first the beds restricting the liberty of waves and a sort of pessimism
Makes me a promise like an unwritten mile marker, the pencil stays in my hand
Like a cane for senile words
Aware that I am moving towards something even now when
I am sitting in defiance, I am still, I am still like the extra raindrop,

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something we consume – qualcosa ci consuma – ceva ne consumă

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Something Consumes us… (translation by Michaela)
One cannot knot the bouquet of flames
Nor braid them into baskets, for later..
And use them to gather memories..
Time turns into gas. It raises… It would be unbearable around love
– to carry the hot coals to the end of your journey
One might assume that even… on the other side.. where the other side and here
Meet in a fourth dimension.. even more..
We, tourists through life, we take too many still pictures, posing as happy
The candid snapshots capture our torture as we try to hide our own deceptions
We grind make up for the soul from hope’s bitter pits
We inflate our ego with the cripple smile, torn politely from the promise
And all of the sudden, on the other side, oblivion hugs us like an adoptive mother
– the only place where I found written the chemical…

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