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MIA DIVINA ELEONORA

WEDNESDAY 'Pescara 28 July 22,30 - Ex Aurum

before the national theatrical MIA DIVINA ELEONORA Daniela Musini

text that earned three prestigious awards:

bronze medal at the Prix Florence 2003
First prize at the Prix Garcia Lorca "2004
Cup for playwrights Sarah Ferrati 2008

Characters and performers

Eleonora Duse: Daniela Musini

Gabriele d'Annunzio: Milo Vallone

Arrigo Boito: Claudio Marchione

Madeleine: Cristian Baldassarre

With a special appearance by Paola Gassman in the role of Sarah Bernhardt

music performed live on stage by Maestro David Cavuti

Directed by: Milo Vallone

free admission
The play Eleonora Mia Divine (who enjoys the patronage of Vittoriale and is produced by the Company of Memory) is designed as an act of love by which a Dannunziana Daniela Musini the Muse's most important Gabriele d'Annunzio.
vibrant and powerful a play which is a tribute to this incomparable artist and his life, full of successes and excesses, joys and sorrows blinding poignant.
essential, sublime, perfect. That's how the actress Eleonora Duse.
vibrant, restless, passionate. That's how Eleanor woman.
The author recounts the loves, triumphs, the wounds of the soul and the artistic genius, but, above all, his creature to be passionate and vibrant, capable of sweet tenderness and furious anger, of indomitable fortitude and vulnerability incurable.
At the heart of exciting and dramatic story unfold the extraordinary artistic partnership and the passion that the robbery Duse lived with Gabriele d'Annunzio, the genius of our literature multanime that thanks to her incomparable muse, also reached lofty summits as a dramatist.
Eleanor gave him unconditionally and he, though loving, is not spared the suffering and humiliation.
On stage will be rotated through temporal shifts punctuated by a clever play of lights and live music, other fascinating characters: Arrigo Boito, his great love, Sarah Bernhardt, his flamboyant rival, and Madeleine, fictional character, but crucial in the interweaving narrative.
But the protagonist is you, Eleanor, the one whom the eternal stage in history, the audience cheered Divine Love became desperate.

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not understand the other hand are a human being (do not tell shhh! around otherwise the costume touches SuperShadda throw) and so it 's understandable that there are times when a big question mark picture me wearing them and remains unanswered ..
Ziobanana if I missed those hugs ..
and do not understand whether or not we are "On The Same Page"
I would not call a casual date with my friends, for example .. do not even speak with the parent and if 'for this (let alone if you leave the same to Chicchiero amiably with this casual dates for over 10 minutes while I'm by myself near a bunch of my business)
are small gestures that me they understand what we are getting closer to each other
.. see him laugh 'cause my surprise him to be happy ..
.. kisses on the forehead while watching tv ..
.. that come near me and whispered, "hug me" ..
here, and 'difficult to remain detached and act as if the case is not my ..

do I go to bed, '?

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adoptions and other stories

that at this time you were enjoying the head to test my already tried nervous system (Head, only one is something I left, the nerve .. what if I play well States are also diabetic, and h) there was no doubt.
Tired of having empty house, a few months ago I decided to take a couple of cats.
The trouble started almost immediately: after several incazzature I called the person from whom I had taken the beasts, and I asked (not so gently) to come to recover the small metertice. Sura was when you offer to replace the above with another kitten .. that was the great love of writing here since he laid the legs inside the house.
Unfortunately my little boy got sick and did not have it done to recover. He left me last week, and now I can cnfermare that those who have never had a pet at home can not understand how heavy is the vacuum that leaves the animal ..

in the meantime it seems I have been "adopted" by a human being ..
we like, we like a lot, and I live in this thing the incredulous and stunned because I did not expect it could be so good .. so "better than anything I have experienced in the past"

the universe always responds, although
oh and now .. I just want to come home ..

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Day Mass - Parsley on Tuesday (Daniela PROTTI)

Prologue

If you open the encyclopedia, word for parsley, you will find among other things, this description:
poisonous for cats, parrots and pets in general, which in fact usually avoid eating them.
Now, I never thought of being a cat, a parrot ... and even for "small animal in general, I think I have a problem of size. Any animal I am, I do know that it hurts the parsley, and the story that follows is proof.
I say try, because I know from years of having this ... let's call it intolerance, by: the truth is that if I eat any food that contains this highly acclaimed grass, I'm really hurt. Apart from the "normal" symptoms of poisoning, the most disastrous effects are hallucinations, more or less makes me a syringe of the effect of family size LSD, behold! For this reason, I'm extra careful to avoid it, and everything went well, until Tuesday ...

But my story begins on Saturday ...
Last Saturday, in fact, I came to the country where for years I spend my (small ) holidays. While unpacking I rested on the rocking chair, waiting room, came a group of cyclists, led by the owner of the hotel I am staying, all passed into the dining room were very happy and very many, so I had to then make raise a man from the table, to go out.
the evening, I decided to go to the Vigil Mass, and having arrived a few minutes early, I saw to get the very man who had bothered during dinner, in jeans and Lacoste green hair, rather long, about forty, he went up on the altar and began to arrange the necessary for the function.
The church was filling, and I watched what he was doing, wondering if he was a young altar boy, a clerk or a bit 'seasoned, then disappeared behind the altar, to reappear after a few minutes ... she was dressed as the priest!
He began with: "Sorry if today they are a bit 'stoned, but after the bike ride, I'm really tired ..." It certainly came to tell of tour, travel and collaboration among peers. I must say that as a priest is certainly an interesting character, and began to glimpse the idea, given my previous stormy religious, talk to us one day. The Mass was over before I knew it, and I returned happily to the hotel, promising to return as soon as possible to ask certain questions in this very original parish.
The fateful day came, and it was ... Tuesday!
Tuesday evening, I went back to church for Mass, and when it ended quickly, waited for the Don (of which still do not know the name), could take a moment to ask him for an interview. "Now," he said. So we moved to the sacristy, and chatted amicably for a half hour. He advised me to try reading the Gospels, but a reading cursive, leaving notes and references: then, if I wanted to investigate some point, he would be willing to explain it.
I greeted him, I stopped in a bookstore, I bought the book of the Gospels and went back to the hotel. While waiting for dinner I began to read, and I must say that reading turned out to be exciting from the start, with all those demons, devils, thieves and traitors ... better than a Fantasy ...
I served dinner, and as I was alone at the table, continued Read more ... without realizing eat rice and parsley ...
When I realized it was too late, I had eaten almost everything ... I thought that maybe nothing would happen, that many years had passed since the last time ...
But no: you have no idea, how many of us Devils were that night in my room? There were dozens! And I could not get up because I had stomach pain, and they jumped in from the balcony, had pitchforks, they entered the door closed (I saw them, even though they were beyond the door), and I wanted to bring into hell, there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth ... and I spent the night staring at the door, because if you just I looked away, they would come to take me away ...
the morning, with eyes "a ballet," I fell asleep on the cup of milk for breakfast and I asked if I had slept well, and I wished strongly that one of the Devils had forgotten the fork to my room to get on the victim on the spot ... ... I checked they had taken away all!

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the pieces of the puzzle called life begin to fit together harmoniously.
Deluding yourself that the time has come not from me
the first leaves of this map to soothe me and make me smile. And certainly

.. I am curious to know how to count the hours to his home

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Indiana Jones (Daniela PROTTI)

not true. I did not want to do, I did not have the slightest intention, so why am I here?
Just because they are convinced that I am not afraid of anything? Not true!

Damn, been extinguished where I chased the matches? Ah, here they are. ... Nooo, I have fallen. ... Taken!
Fiuuuu ....

I fear, but I also have this accursed self-love, that keeps me from saying it. The result? Here I am, where I would absolutely not be, to do something that I do not feel able to do ... Ugh.

But how do I go from here now? We spend there? And if everything falls on me? Bah, let 's go ... yes, I pass by that ....

Sure, it's my fault, it's me, the one that behaves like a tomboy. I am, that beats louder, and alas, it's me, the one that stays still while the others take a step back ....
In other words, to me they are looking for.

it ends up that I get lost here, I have to find some reference point to go back. ... Yuck, that stinks! But what .... Oh ... that was it: a dead rat! Well, at least I'm sure he'll find myself there at the back, eh eh ....

But it is not right here, did not let me choose. Dad is sick, my mother did not feel, my sister is too sensitive ... .. I was the last one, how could I refuse? Deep down, I think I have frigate, as usual, knew that letting it last, I could not say no. The truth is that I am too naive, and I "make up" with tissue paper. Ugh.

Wow, look great .... I wonder what's inside a pity that I can not stop now. But when I open it back ... .. (if I find him), maybe it's the coffin of some other mouse, ha ha ...

Of course I really should learn to speak clearly, it's not a stigma, fear! They are not obliged to do the 'Indiana Jones grass, to please them .... For them no, but ....

... .. This is Indiana Jones, who fearlessly (so to speak), make their way through the ruins of the temple (temple, maybe not, but the ruins of course, heh heh)
Advance cautiously, keeping the candle to light stretching before him any traps ... and do not step on unpleasant things, you ... (I know, it took a torch soaked in oil, but the candle is all we have, be satisfied).
Finally, down there you see a light, Jones is about to reach the goal; ahiaaaa!!

I'll fool you? Put at least closed shoes. ... Noooo, with flip-flops, I come here. ... But after all I am 12 years old! What did I know, how you get on a roof? This ceiling is low, dirty and very uncomfortable, my knees are on the other hand peeled a bit 'more than usual ... but that knock on the big toe, is already turning blue. And anyway, the shoes I have not closed. ... Perhaps before the beginning of the school, mom buys me; mica can I go to school with rubber flip-flops ...

Even a little effort, and you will see .... L 'garret, finally! So I have to put something under to climb out of here, these bricks are fine, Dad said that there are several ...

Mamma mia, the worst is over, I got this far, now comes the fun part. Going out on the roof and fix the tiles. ... Alas, now I'm really scared! Daddy told me not to go out at all: that the tiles are to be placed right there at your side, and just stretch my arm ... ...
Yes, but my arms are much shorter than her .... I wonder if if recalled, and if I get there?

After completing a level of luck. ... (Maybe it was better to play as MacGyver, bah ...), our Indiana Jones in a skirt climbs up the dormer windows ... ..

... Fantastic ... I forget the tiles, and I look charm the city from the roof, my house is in an old tall building, from up here I see a city of rooftops with chimneys from the fanciful shapes, roof tiles of many different hues, some all green, moss-covered, stone walled gardens in the yards as embedded precious ... is a show that is breathtaking to me, tomboyish girl of 12 years ....

Reluctantly, Jones looks away from the treasure blinding, and turns his attention to the tiles to replace (because it's raining down in the kitchen), curse, do not get there, I knew ....
Carefully slide out the window, remaining well clinging to the jamb with the right hand, extends the left to the tiles. ... still a bit ', come on, still a zic ... .. we are! (Sometimes it helps to be left-handed)
Piano, pianissimo, the tile rebels return to their places, at least for the moment: then, when feeling better, we think dad to fix them. ... Done!

however Wow, how wonderful, on the roof! Now that I've done everything that I have passed this test, that's also back my self-confidence than ever. ... And fear is already forgotten.
he walked back to the trap door, collecting as many cobwebs I can, review at the old trunk ... ..

The feverish wait is over: it is time to open the Ark of the Covenant. Indiana Jones, gently caressing the cover of the ark, the fingers close to the lock, the trigger. ... Hop-là!
Books! Certainly very few texts, hidden in there to prevent the Nazis burned them ... ... I must save them!

Wow! Books! A little 'Vecchiotti, a bit' dusty, but all are healthy, and all mine !!!!!!
The problem now is to take them down, thank goodness my apron is wide, so I gather a bit, 'and I keep it like a backpack walking ... .. holding a candle and a bundle of books is not easy, especially if the bundle in question is your dress, but I need those books, (my now know them by heart, and Christmas is far ...) so limped from the trunk to hatch a shameful number of times I get there and I let them drop below one at a time, trying not to damage them further.

is India, which falls triumphantly to the museum, with the result of his adventures ... ..

then? You did? You have placed the tiles? Were not you afraid to get on the roof?

Fear of getting on a roof? Is that all? I am not afraid anything!

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down there (to Daniele Protti)

It 's true: the big do not understand.
C 'is a magical place, where things are not what they seem, where objects are changing, becoming something else. Harry Potter has recently discovered his "Room of Requirement", but us girls than forty years ago, we discovered then, our part of the fairy world, and this place was called "Down there."
The secret of "Down there" did not know it all, no, the big saw him occasionally went there, but do not "understand". They saw only a small yard, which is accessed by a narrow corridor between two houses, right on the door of a latrine, because at that time did not exist in case the bathroom, and immediately after, a patch of sand (latrine cats at home), and the garbage bins. Left, a short ladder alongside a rusty railing, leading to the cellar, four wooden doors with huge locks, but always open.
"Down there" was our kingdom. One day could be the old west, and half an hour later transformed into the Amazon jungle, an oasis in the desert or in downtown New York. In the cellar, the source inexhaustible treasure, finding time to time the approach to new adventure, like the time ....
The summer was at its peak, the sun melted the words, people were holed up in the cool of the houses, even the flies seemed tired of flying ... but not us: we burn in the heat of August, there were refugees in the cellar, looking for some idea to spend the sleepy afternoon. Rummaging in a box, we found ourselves in his hands ... a fantastic set of irons surgeon! In fact, if he had watched an adult, would have seen only a handful of rusty screwdrivers, but since we were "down there", these had become in our hands. With the silent consent of the wine cellars, which were offered as our patients, we began our work by experienced surgeons, with wisdom and method, within an hour the doors were transformed into magnificent works of art of the tunnel.
Al Clonk Clonk stick of his uncle Joseph, interrupting our work, to run meetings and exhibitions, enthusiastic, our splendid work. My uncle had one leg, we do not seppimo girls never had lost the other, leaning on a sturdy walking stick, and was a shoemaker, and every morning, my grandmother wore off junction table and the bench: the uncle you sat down and mending shoes, felt all around the smell of tar and leather. When he did not sew shoes, he went fishing in the Ticino, and then you could smell the fried fish. Every now and then sent us to do some errands for him, then gave us 10 pounds each, but not the time they sent us to buy the maggots for fishing ... but that's another story.
When he saw our work, ran out of words (of course)! The doors were pierced most of crocheted doilies Mrs Luigina, and they were really spectacular. ... But you know, the big do not understand. Shaking his head crushed, turned on his heels, or rather, on the heel, and went to call for reinforcements, which arrived on time, in the persons of his father and grandmother. Once again, the adults showed that they did not "see" our talent, but above all the commitment that we demonstrated in this delicate work, so after a formal lecture, we were evicted from the magical and sent to church, to ruminate on our terrible sins.
Conscious of our faults, we went out in the sun with his head bowed, loose pigtails and a single gesture between us. ... From our pockets came the magic screwdrivers, accidentally stolen ... .. Where do we go?

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