The piece
Yuri Montezuma
Small ancient or modern theater. Whatever. Who decided how is going to be you. A table, two chairs, a chandelier, old photos on the walls, telephone in the right corner of the stage.Camila is a lady of a certain age, widow. Mother of Claudinho. It uses an apron. Typical owner of old house. For her time has not passed.Claudio de Almeida da Silva Junior - The Claudinho, Camila's son. He is an actor. Stripped, attractive and young woman who already spends twenty-five, but has not yet reached the age of thirty.Paula, an actress who has surpassed twenty, but has not yet reached the twenty-fifth. Live their characters intensely. Arriving in need of psychoanalysis to return to a normal life.The three friends Paula, who go to the theater for the first time.
The scenario is the same for Claudinho house. It is also used for subsequent actions and may be part of the show GRAPES green, which Claudinho and Paula made for romantic.
The lights will be lighting. The stage is empty. The phone rings.
Camila - (in and answering the phone) Hello. Paula No ... no it is not. To tell the truth he traveled and is unlikely to return anytime soon. You can let me let you know. You're welcome. To you too. (Yelling) Claudio de Almeida da Silva Junior ...Claudinho - (entering) Claudinho mother! And what is it?Camila - This is the hundredth time that this girl league behind you! She's pregnant?Claudinho - No ... She's a crazy cast schism to marry me! Just because we did romantic couple on the show.Camila - GRAPES green ... Show scrotum name ... And do not you say you do not want? (Leaves)Claudinho
- (Explaining to the mother as if speaking the room to acozinha) I
better tell you how it all began ... (He begins to tell the story, the
light is changing the environment for the staging of the final scene of
GRAPES green, Paul enters from the opposite side that Camila and Claudinho had entered).
GRAPES green (A small scene)
Paula - (panting Entering, heart in mouth) I got ... I killed Andrew, and we can finally be happy.Claudinho - Now I feel free from everything. The accusations, persecution of all evil ...Paula. - Kiss Me José (The two kiss passionately)
(The show environment, changes to the three friends who are sitting in the audience mixed with the public).Amiga I - They kissed ...Amiga II - And she said she would keep her kiss to AntonioAmiga III - The kiss in the theater is not really ... Let bullshit and watch.
(Someone shouts from the audience)
- Bravo ... Excellent. Wonderful.
(Both are grateful, applauding the audience, receive flowers, praise,
silence in the room, now all turned to a post-presentation environment).
Claudinho - Paula, we have to rehearse that best sex scene ... You can
never go all the way ... We always have to settle with the light.Paula - Sorry Claudinho ... is that I promised ... And my only promised to see what will be his.Claudinho - Promised? I thought that was a thing of the past, the ancient emperors who wanted to gather and aggregate kingdoms.Paula - Well, know that there are still families as well. Who keep their daughters for a groom chosen for them and that we only see in marriage.Claudinho - This is absurd ... You have to change thisPaula - (confident) - I changed ... I talked to my promised. His name is Antonio.
Claudinho - Less bad! She spoke to him.Paula - Phone.(Silence)Claudinho - Phone?Paula - Yes.Claudinho - you have how many years ... will marry so young?Paula - In my family is like that.Claudinho - You have to live your life ... To know the world, new people, experiences ... I do not know ... Live.Paula - You're right! I have to live and meet new people, other environments, venture out.Claudinho - That! Decide what is best for you, for your future, be able to choose with whom to stay.Paula - Can you give me a second ... (leaves the scene)Claudinho - What happened?Paula - I called the Anthony, my boyfriend.Claudinho - I know ... I know what went down?Paula - You were right ... I finished everything with Antonio ...Claudinho - Good ...Paula - And I will marry you.(The environment changes for the friends who are in the audience)Amiga I - She did what?Amiga II - spoke that ended everything with Antonio ...Amiga III - Stop speculation. She must have the wrong text.Amiga I - I think it was wrong to shame in the face.Amiga II - the Antonio Poor.Amiga III - Poor me I have to take you.Amiga II - Do not exaggerate ...Amiga III - I'm trying to follow the story ...Amiga I - (Cutting) Why do not you join?Amiga III - If you shut up!Amiga II - Not here who spoke.
(The scene switches to Claudinho house)
Camila - (entering) So you were the pivot of the separation of Claudinho girl ?!Claudinho - Of course not mom ... I just thought wrong, such a young girl marry early.Camila - and could not keep his mouth shut ...Claudinho - It's just not end there. Remember I had an accident? Yeah...
(Resumes the story, now the mother of Claudinho doing medical).
Amiga I - I think she must have given even a foot in Anthony. What do you think?Amiga II - I do not think ... I'm sure is. This horn was scenic.Amiga III - Stop doing bad for our friend ... We all know she's blind love for Anthony. Or you both watch the show or I'm leaving.Amiga I - we are not got used to watch these things ...Amiga II - (Cutting) is usually hidden.Amiga III - What is hidden?Amiga I - This encrypt!Amiga II - worthy of awards.Amiga III - And you two worthy of shame.
Now Claudinho is lying in serving litter. Breathing is the basis of oxygen. Camila wears a Jaleco and is now a doctor.
Nurse - Hello your Claudinho. Its particular doctor wants to see you.Claudinho - But I have no particular doctor.Nurse - Your family must have hired! I'll ask for it to enter and leave alone.Paula - (Come with a medical lab coat and mask) Hi Claudinho!Claudinho - Paula ... You're not a doctor.Paula - I'm also ...Claudinho - How so?Paula - I played one on SATURDAY THE SEVEN show.Claudinho - My God!Paula
- How do you make me fall in love ... I bought all the trousseau of our
marriage, I did and sent the invitations I received and had to return
all the gifts. These things do not make a woman.Claudinho - but did nothing ...Paula - Do not play dumb.Claudinho - You need help.Paula - What these buttons here do?Claudinho - keeps me breathing!Paula - (pressing the buttons) This is for you to feel everything I felt ... when you disappeared also gasped.Claudinho - Help ... Help.Paula - I love Claudinho ...Claudinho - And why are you trying to kill me?Paula - For love!Claudinho - Help ...
(The environment back to the friend).
Amiga I - I always knew that she was unbalanced ... Now dress medical. Quite frankly!Amiga II - This is family ...Amiga III - frankly you two! They do not know how to behave in a theater.Amiga II - I behave I know, but this is not theater ...Amiga I - Is that so?Amiga II - Madness.(Environment in Claudinho house)
Claudinho - Do you understand now why I am running this woman?Camila - If it was not your father come ...Claudinho - (Cutting) Today I was just history.Camila - Son ... that his play was very little time poster. With a meager audience.Claudinho - Copyright.Camila - Copyright also banned the public going to the theater?Claudinho - The scenic quality issues will not argue. But you have to agree that there was always someone in the audience shouting praise.Camila - was an actor hired by the production to cheer you.Claudinho - How so?Camila - A friend of mine ... I pointed to production.Claudinho - and criticism?Camila - Son! I did journalism and have contacts within the major newspapers. It was only a matter of a few phone calls.Claudinho - Sad ...Camila - (Cutting) And this girl is still behind you?Claudinho - Actually it off the map for a while ... But I was in the office ...Amiga I - Copyright ... I know.Amiga II - That piece was not made to make money ...Amiga III - It was bad ...Amiga I - Finally you speak and do not hit.Amiga II - is ... And that came out crying that piece ... I remember!Amiga III - Crying hatred. Now pay attention that is part of the office.Amiga I - What office?Amiga III - He spoke of an office.Amiga II - No longer do theater?Amiga III - I do I know?Amiga I - I ask not offend.
The environment is a typical office. Just roles.
Claudinho - (Sitting) This never hits calculation of shit ...Paula - Hi Claudinho!Claudinho - (Yelling like a woman to come across a cheap) ai, ai, ai, ai ... What do you want here?Paula - Quiet ... I'm just here to ask you apologize for having chased you.Claudinho - (Suspiciously) Okay ... are passé.Paula - left the theater?Claudinho - No ... But I also do production.Paula - Good ... Always on the art!Claudinho - And you?Paula - I'm standing, but with a proposal for a new show. It was very difficult ...Claudinho - (Cutting) Difficult what?Paula - And it was also very difficult to overcome hospitalization ...Claudinho - What hospital?Paula - I was hospitalized with post-partum depression.Claudinho - You never had children!Paula - I had yes! With you in green GRAPES.Claudinho - My God! Not again...Paula - (Cutting) Today I am healed ... and how the staff there will
go home to celebrate the five years of the piece ... I came here to
invite you and prove you have no resentment.Claudinho - If this is ... All right. Marked!Paula - Eight.Claudinho - Combined.(The friends)Amiga I - This will give shit!Amiga II - You know I think she was cured.Amiga III - She's crazy stone ... Lucky had was the Anthony not marry Paula.Amiga I - (Remember - if) never had any ... AntonioAmiga III - (Surprised) How so?Amiga I - Yesterday I received a book with the history of the show the last ten years here in town. And guess ... Antonio was one of the characters of one of the pieces that Paula participated.Amiga II - Stone Crazy.Claudinho - Understand Mom?Camila - Yes ...
(Showing that it was a theatrical rehearsal, the luzem light general).
Claudinho - So, how was the test?Amiga I - Claudio I liked ...Amiga II - I think it will work.Amiga III - will be a success.Camila - We need more testing.Claudinho - Let's rehearse more then ...Amiga I - What worries me is if Paula discovers ...Claudinho - The point is that it is in the old harbor and besides I changed the name of the characters.Camila - you have everything to work.Amiga I - will mark my return to the theater.Claudinho - I'm happy with all people ... Let's dinner?Amiga III - Come on ... I'm hungry! This test was hard.Amiga II - Someone paid my that after I return.Claudinho - Leave it to me.Camila - Let that little bar around the corner? There always has the best beer and the best price.Amiga I - All right.They took when suddenlyPaula - (Appearing in the middle of the theater audience and pregnant) Hi Claudinho.The light fades to total darkness.
terça-feira, 10 de maio de 2016
Be, what for, why?
Be, what for, why?
Yuri Montezuma
A psychiatric clinic, a divan in the divan bedside a chair in a corner of the room there is a bookcase with many books on the opposite wall there are small paintings depicting nature, the environment is medium gray, lit almost with a small lamp. The floor is rough and very old wood. In one corner there is a gateway.Ana, a psychologist, thin, hair tied with a rubber band, wears a shirt with sleeves that cover the entire arm, upturned nose with a certain superiority, uses a small glasses that time or another need to adjust in the face with the tip of the middle finger. retro pants mouth type bell and a shoe with wooden soles that every time walking makes a funny noise on the ground.
Paul, actor, tall, with shaggy hair, earrings in both ears, wrinkled blouse and open buttons, big beard, pants to own style, flip-flops, is very busy.
(Paul, standing in the doorway watching the atmosphere with a small cigarette since the end in one hand)
Ana - (Sitting on the chair behind the couch) Good morning Paul ... Come in, sit ...Paul - (Entering and taking one last drag on his cigarette) The day has nothing good ... Art is shit. Art does not ... The taught art sucks.Ana - (Calm and passive) There, behind the books ... has an ashtray. You can put your cigarette there.
Paul - Do you smoke? I did not know ... something new. The strange thing is that I never felt cigarette smell on you.Ana - Do not smoke ...Paul - (Counting) And for what the ashtray?Ana - This? It's toast to gain the association of psychologists in Brazil. They think all of us are smokers and liabilities to have a cancer excess cigarette.Paul - Or by excessive madness.Ana - The madness is not concerned. You do not want to sit?Paul - (that until that moment was standing) Yes of course ...Ana - Is that better?Paul - I am!Ana - As the week?Paul - Overall it was good ... The point is that I am an artist ... Actor.Ana - I know ... And by the way that show that you participate is a success ...Paul - (Cutting) Shit!Ana - I liked ...Paul - (Again cutting) I pity you ... What do not understand ... That does not feel ... I do not live ... Just have the option of liking and disliking. It's frustrating. The theater is more.Ana - You want to talk about it?Paul - (Lying on the couch) study arts or was to study. Already live with the prejudice of being an artist since birth. I remember the first day made a question to the class: What do you want here? I knew what I wanted. Had sat port side, the last chair. The answers started the side windows ... In my room just the right side had windows. It was hellish. The prejudice was great even. The course there was already about four years and still depended on borrowed rooms to study. Every day was a Mexican soap opera ... We're going to block this ... Now we go to another block.Ana - This seems to leave you angry ...Paul - (Cutting) was a kick in the ass! There were forty students ... A room with windows only on one side, a fan that made more noise than eased the heat. How not to get angry, to handle this?Ana - And the question? What do you want here?Paul - Yes, of course. It was kind of funny ... I kind of laugh inside every answer. A girl said she was there to be able to go to TV, novels ... These things. Everyone gave a little smile of his face ... Ironic corner. I do not deny that laughs too ... But I did something for the girl that no one would.Ana - And what is it?Paul - I took the university ...Ana - (Cutting) Why?Paul - Think me doctor ... That creature did not want that ... She wanted to be an actress. The course would not give it to her. Only showed other ports. Most television actors did other courses or have not made any progress. Only drama school or practicing for a long time. If you want to be an actor certainly do not need university for such a feat. Now if you want to be drama teacher you need to be an actor. Practice theater is essential for anyone who needs or wants to follow and drama teacher. The university does not offer that ... On the contrary ... It offers anything but theater. When my turn came to answer ... Some looked at me as if waiting a long answer or something beautiful. In love. Most knew me and knew what I was doing. I looked abobalhadas some guys for a few seconds and said: I'm here for diploma!
Ana - The girl even came out of college? And what was the reaction of colleagues with their response.Paul - (Sitting on the couch, taking a wallet pocket cigarette chest, pulls a cigarette, keep the wallet, looking for a lighter the pockets, has trouble finding, Ana takes a little lighter of one of his pockets and delivery to Paulo ) May I smoke?Ana - (collecting the lighter Paul returns) Feel free ... It is customary to my patients want to smoke during the interval of their speech.(Silence)(Paul is for a moment with his eyes on the horizon, empty, Ana, up from his chair and goes to the bookshelf)
Paul - (Rising and going to the door) The girl held up even a month and then left pro Rio de Janeiro. I believe you are trying to get to TV. Already the face of my colleagues is priceless. Yesterday I was having a few beers with some musician friends ... I'm always for various areas of art. I like that. We were at the peak drinking when one of them touched the subject. He said: The guy will spend four years studying music ... You will learn to read music, put the staid notes on paper. But when the student of the same guy who will be a teacher says he wants to learn to play guitar or anything else, this guy will say it does not ring, but it can help the kid to read sheet music. This is or is not shit?Ana - How so?Paul - (Sitting on the chair behind the couch) I do not want to be a teacher, but also do not want a guy teach theater without knowing theater. You see?Ana - (Sitting on the couch) Art is not being passed on the course?Paul - Art is not learned ... Or you're born with this gift or not born ... What you learn is technique ... that you learn. You can practice a lot and get to know ... to know your body, act ... But art is not taught. What we can do is to develop what already exists in you. I believe there is an artist within each one ... But you need to develop. Not all go to the stage, but can go to lighting, sound, for the rule against costumes fucking ... The question is where it fits. One more thing is certain ... In college all have to practice theater ... Very theater ... If you want to be a teacher of theater ... Why contrary case can leave a patient or student with serious problems in the body ... theater is serious and not a game of jumping jacks ... Damn! You see.
Ana - Of course I understand.Paul - (interpreting a scene without getting up from his chair) These shadows that haunt me in unfocused frames ... dry nights. Here in the darkness of my room, I think what we would accomplish and now proposes death to all of our clan. Damn day that I kissed your mouth and gave you guardhouse. If someone has to die in this house ... we will die impure blood from us. Of rotting skeleton of rotten soul.
Ana - What was that?Paul - It's a scene of my next show ... I had to rehearse and decided to try here. Need a scenic settings.Ana - I understand ... but gain an hour.Paul - Really?Ana - Yes.Paul - (Taking Ana's notebook that was beside the chair) Ana, always wanted to be a psychologist?Ana -. (Lying on the couch) It wanted to be an actress ... I'm jealous every time I watch a show and you on stage. Always suffered pressure to follow the family profession.Paul - (Taking Anna's face and putting glasses on her face) family Job?Ana - is ... I come from a family psychologists. My grandfather was a psychologist who met Freud himself. My uncles were all psychologists, my father, my mother.Paul - This is a situation Freud.Ana - was ten years old when I attended a children's play. At that moment I decided I wanted to be an actress ... I started looking for drama schools, meeting groups, actors, directors.Paul - And why not continue?Ana - At first my parents thought it was kid stuff ... that dazzled me soon return to the family things.Paul - family things?Ana - The family of the things is to understand the other and try to find solutions ... The question that being an artist is not to find solutions but problems. I confess I have a soft spot for trouble! Those you rehearse, fight with the scene colleague to a solution, does and undoes everything just because you did not fit in the context of history.Paul - (Writing down something in the notebook) And what did your family do for you to become a psychologist?Ana - What all families do when they want their children to do. Long live the dreams of parents and bury her. psychological pressure. I tried several times withstand the pressure, but had a time that I could not and I ended up giving way.Paul - and thus accepted the family pressures?Ana - At first I thought it was the best for me ... I finished studies and started working. Soon already had a strong list of patients. Gain a reasonable money and do not have to claim the profession, but I'm not happy about it.Paul - And now, after all ... Have you talked to your family about your life?Ana - Yes ... I talked to my parents about everything and know what they said?Paul - If you do not tell I will not ever know.Ana - What would be better I have followed the career of actress ... I would be happier.Paul - What did you do?Ana - I spent one year in intensive care. I still go to my psychologist to try to understand.Paul - What is the lesson you take it all?Ana - I do not know ...Paul - That we should live our dream and not the other. Including parents. If you follow the dream of others and not his, will stop the psychologist as now.Ana - Now I begin to understand Doctor ... Doctor?Paul - Yes!Ana - You are not a psychologist! Psychologist here I am!Paul - That's true ... The point is that in my next show will do a psychologist ... How had never playing anything like ... I had to do a lab. And nothing better than using our meetings for such work. I know that I will take the good and bad sides of their profession and this is a good thing is not it?Ana - Of course not ... you have not prepared for this practice and it is a fraud.Paul - I'm a fraud, but said everything about their frustrations and anxieties.Ana - I did not mean ... I ...Paul - Understand doctor, we are all a little psychologist, a little football coach, a little doctor, a little teacher.Ana - and artist?Paul - Artist?Ana - Yes ... Artist!Paul - only be able to deal with parents, friends, society and art.Ana - Art?Paul - Yes ... Art.Ana - I thought that art was a well ... An end to breathe.Paul - Art is the beginning of breathlessness. If you then can breathe art nothing can shake your dreams.Ana - And you can conquer the art?Paul - This is funny ... Art conquer us.Ana - So our dreams can be shattered.Paul - What is easy conquest has no value!Ana - I think I'm able to understand what you mean ...Paul - (Cutting) If you do not understand also did not matter ... understand sometimes is not what matters.Ana - This is confusing ...Paul - (Cutting) Doctor how much you earn per query?Ana - (Sitting on the couch) Two hundred per hour ...Paul - (Cutting) My time is sometimes seventy or anything ... It depends on the occasion.Ana - Speaking of your time is over ...Paul - (Cutting) I can come back next week?Ana - Of course just make an appointment with Rita.Paul - Who is Rita?Ana - (Handing a card) My secretary.Paul - I'll call then. Thank you!Ana - Have a good presentation ...Paul - (Cutting) Do not talk like that.Ana - And as we speak?Paul - ShitAna - So ... Shit for you.Paul - Thanks ... (puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out a ticket) Take ... Go watch.Ana - Of course I will!Paul - Bye Doctor (Sai).Ana - Bye.
(Ana goes to the table and puts the ticket in the bag, opens a drawer and pulls out a pack of cigarettes smell and throw in the trash, open another drawer and takes out a bottle of wine, put a little into a glass, keep the bottle closed drawers, goes to the bookcase with glass, takes a sip, choose a book, fan your few pages)Ana - (Putting a glass of wine in a corner of the shelf) To be or not to be ... That is the question.(Closes the book and picks up a glass of wine taking in one gulp)Ana - (Looking at the audience with the empty cup in hand) Motherfucker! Not paid the query.(The light fades in intensity to the stage to stay in total darkness)
Yuri Montezuma
A psychiatric clinic, a divan in the divan bedside a chair in a corner of the room there is a bookcase with many books on the opposite wall there are small paintings depicting nature, the environment is medium gray, lit almost with a small lamp. The floor is rough and very old wood. In one corner there is a gateway.Ana, a psychologist, thin, hair tied with a rubber band, wears a shirt with sleeves that cover the entire arm, upturned nose with a certain superiority, uses a small glasses that time or another need to adjust in the face with the tip of the middle finger. retro pants mouth type bell and a shoe with wooden soles that every time walking makes a funny noise on the ground.
Paul, actor, tall, with shaggy hair, earrings in both ears, wrinkled blouse and open buttons, big beard, pants to own style, flip-flops, is very busy.
(Paul, standing in the doorway watching the atmosphere with a small cigarette since the end in one hand)
Ana - (Sitting on the chair behind the couch) Good morning Paul ... Come in, sit ...Paul - (Entering and taking one last drag on his cigarette) The day has nothing good ... Art is shit. Art does not ... The taught art sucks.Ana - (Calm and passive) There, behind the books ... has an ashtray. You can put your cigarette there.
Paul - Do you smoke? I did not know ... something new. The strange thing is that I never felt cigarette smell on you.Ana - Do not smoke ...Paul - (Counting) And for what the ashtray?Ana - This? It's toast to gain the association of psychologists in Brazil. They think all of us are smokers and liabilities to have a cancer excess cigarette.Paul - Or by excessive madness.Ana - The madness is not concerned. You do not want to sit?Paul - (that until that moment was standing) Yes of course ...Ana - Is that better?Paul - I am!Ana - As the week?Paul - Overall it was good ... The point is that I am an artist ... Actor.Ana - I know ... And by the way that show that you participate is a success ...Paul - (Cutting) Shit!Ana - I liked ...Paul - (Again cutting) I pity you ... What do not understand ... That does not feel ... I do not live ... Just have the option of liking and disliking. It's frustrating. The theater is more.Ana - You want to talk about it?Paul - (Lying on the couch) study arts or was to study. Already live with the prejudice of being an artist since birth. I remember the first day made a question to the class: What do you want here? I knew what I wanted. Had sat port side, the last chair. The answers started the side windows ... In my room just the right side had windows. It was hellish. The prejudice was great even. The course there was already about four years and still depended on borrowed rooms to study. Every day was a Mexican soap opera ... We're going to block this ... Now we go to another block.Ana - This seems to leave you angry ...Paul - (Cutting) was a kick in the ass! There were forty students ... A room with windows only on one side, a fan that made more noise than eased the heat. How not to get angry, to handle this?Ana - And the question? What do you want here?Paul - Yes, of course. It was kind of funny ... I kind of laugh inside every answer. A girl said she was there to be able to go to TV, novels ... These things. Everyone gave a little smile of his face ... Ironic corner. I do not deny that laughs too ... But I did something for the girl that no one would.Ana - And what is it?Paul - I took the university ...Ana - (Cutting) Why?Paul - Think me doctor ... That creature did not want that ... She wanted to be an actress. The course would not give it to her. Only showed other ports. Most television actors did other courses or have not made any progress. Only drama school or practicing for a long time. If you want to be an actor certainly do not need university for such a feat. Now if you want to be drama teacher you need to be an actor. Practice theater is essential for anyone who needs or wants to follow and drama teacher. The university does not offer that ... On the contrary ... It offers anything but theater. When my turn came to answer ... Some looked at me as if waiting a long answer or something beautiful. In love. Most knew me and knew what I was doing. I looked abobalhadas some guys for a few seconds and said: I'm here for diploma!
Ana - The girl even came out of college? And what was the reaction of colleagues with their response.Paul - (Sitting on the couch, taking a wallet pocket cigarette chest, pulls a cigarette, keep the wallet, looking for a lighter the pockets, has trouble finding, Ana takes a little lighter of one of his pockets and delivery to Paulo ) May I smoke?Ana - (collecting the lighter Paul returns) Feel free ... It is customary to my patients want to smoke during the interval of their speech.(Silence)(Paul is for a moment with his eyes on the horizon, empty, Ana, up from his chair and goes to the bookshelf)
Paul - (Rising and going to the door) The girl held up even a month and then left pro Rio de Janeiro. I believe you are trying to get to TV. Already the face of my colleagues is priceless. Yesterday I was having a few beers with some musician friends ... I'm always for various areas of art. I like that. We were at the peak drinking when one of them touched the subject. He said: The guy will spend four years studying music ... You will learn to read music, put the staid notes on paper. But when the student of the same guy who will be a teacher says he wants to learn to play guitar or anything else, this guy will say it does not ring, but it can help the kid to read sheet music. This is or is not shit?Ana - How so?Paul - (Sitting on the chair behind the couch) I do not want to be a teacher, but also do not want a guy teach theater without knowing theater. You see?Ana - (Sitting on the couch) Art is not being passed on the course?Paul - Art is not learned ... Or you're born with this gift or not born ... What you learn is technique ... that you learn. You can practice a lot and get to know ... to know your body, act ... But art is not taught. What we can do is to develop what already exists in you. I believe there is an artist within each one ... But you need to develop. Not all go to the stage, but can go to lighting, sound, for the rule against costumes fucking ... The question is where it fits. One more thing is certain ... In college all have to practice theater ... Very theater ... If you want to be a teacher of theater ... Why contrary case can leave a patient or student with serious problems in the body ... theater is serious and not a game of jumping jacks ... Damn! You see.
Ana - Of course I understand.Paul - (interpreting a scene without getting up from his chair) These shadows that haunt me in unfocused frames ... dry nights. Here in the darkness of my room, I think what we would accomplish and now proposes death to all of our clan. Damn day that I kissed your mouth and gave you guardhouse. If someone has to die in this house ... we will die impure blood from us. Of rotting skeleton of rotten soul.
Ana - What was that?Paul - It's a scene of my next show ... I had to rehearse and decided to try here. Need a scenic settings.Ana - I understand ... but gain an hour.Paul - Really?Ana - Yes.Paul - (Taking Ana's notebook that was beside the chair) Ana, always wanted to be a psychologist?Ana -. (Lying on the couch) It wanted to be an actress ... I'm jealous every time I watch a show and you on stage. Always suffered pressure to follow the family profession.Paul - (Taking Anna's face and putting glasses on her face) family Job?Ana - is ... I come from a family psychologists. My grandfather was a psychologist who met Freud himself. My uncles were all psychologists, my father, my mother.Paul - This is a situation Freud.Ana - was ten years old when I attended a children's play. At that moment I decided I wanted to be an actress ... I started looking for drama schools, meeting groups, actors, directors.Paul - And why not continue?Ana - At first my parents thought it was kid stuff ... that dazzled me soon return to the family things.Paul - family things?Ana - The family of the things is to understand the other and try to find solutions ... The question that being an artist is not to find solutions but problems. I confess I have a soft spot for trouble! Those you rehearse, fight with the scene colleague to a solution, does and undoes everything just because you did not fit in the context of history.Paul - (Writing down something in the notebook) And what did your family do for you to become a psychologist?Ana - What all families do when they want their children to do. Long live the dreams of parents and bury her. psychological pressure. I tried several times withstand the pressure, but had a time that I could not and I ended up giving way.Paul - and thus accepted the family pressures?Ana - At first I thought it was the best for me ... I finished studies and started working. Soon already had a strong list of patients. Gain a reasonable money and do not have to claim the profession, but I'm not happy about it.Paul - And now, after all ... Have you talked to your family about your life?Ana - Yes ... I talked to my parents about everything and know what they said?Paul - If you do not tell I will not ever know.Ana - What would be better I have followed the career of actress ... I would be happier.Paul - What did you do?Ana - I spent one year in intensive care. I still go to my psychologist to try to understand.Paul - What is the lesson you take it all?Ana - I do not know ...Paul - That we should live our dream and not the other. Including parents. If you follow the dream of others and not his, will stop the psychologist as now.Ana - Now I begin to understand Doctor ... Doctor?Paul - Yes!Ana - You are not a psychologist! Psychologist here I am!Paul - That's true ... The point is that in my next show will do a psychologist ... How had never playing anything like ... I had to do a lab. And nothing better than using our meetings for such work. I know that I will take the good and bad sides of their profession and this is a good thing is not it?Ana - Of course not ... you have not prepared for this practice and it is a fraud.Paul - I'm a fraud, but said everything about their frustrations and anxieties.Ana - I did not mean ... I ...Paul - Understand doctor, we are all a little psychologist, a little football coach, a little doctor, a little teacher.Ana - and artist?Paul - Artist?Ana - Yes ... Artist!Paul - only be able to deal with parents, friends, society and art.Ana - Art?Paul - Yes ... Art.Ana - I thought that art was a well ... An end to breathe.Paul - Art is the beginning of breathlessness. If you then can breathe art nothing can shake your dreams.Ana - And you can conquer the art?Paul - This is funny ... Art conquer us.Ana - So our dreams can be shattered.Paul - What is easy conquest has no value!Ana - I think I'm able to understand what you mean ...Paul - (Cutting) If you do not understand also did not matter ... understand sometimes is not what matters.Ana - This is confusing ...Paul - (Cutting) Doctor how much you earn per query?Ana - (Sitting on the couch) Two hundred per hour ...Paul - (Cutting) My time is sometimes seventy or anything ... It depends on the occasion.Ana - Speaking of your time is over ...Paul - (Cutting) I can come back next week?Ana - Of course just make an appointment with Rita.Paul - Who is Rita?Ana - (Handing a card) My secretary.Paul - I'll call then. Thank you!Ana - Have a good presentation ...Paul - (Cutting) Do not talk like that.Ana - And as we speak?Paul - ShitAna - So ... Shit for you.Paul - Thanks ... (puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out a ticket) Take ... Go watch.Ana - Of course I will!Paul - Bye Doctor (Sai).Ana - Bye.
(Ana goes to the table and puts the ticket in the bag, opens a drawer and pulls out a pack of cigarettes smell and throw in the trash, open another drawer and takes out a bottle of wine, put a little into a glass, keep the bottle closed drawers, goes to the bookcase with glass, takes a sip, choose a book, fan your few pages)Ana - (Putting a glass of wine in a corner of the shelf) To be or not to be ... That is the question.(Closes the book and picks up a glass of wine taking in one gulp)Ana - (Looking at the audience with the empty cup in hand) Motherfucker! Not paid the query.(The light fades in intensity to the stage to stay in total darkness)
The Work and Art
The Work and ArtYuri Montezuma
An exhibition of famous painters. Da Vinci, Monet, Picasso, among others. At the center is a contemporary artist holding a roll of toilet paper written art. Observers enter the room and enough praise to the already known works, but ignore the artist and his scroll. A group of friends into the room and rather praise the most famous works and enter into discussion on the concept of the artist's art.The characters are not appointed to freedom of assembly.- Picasso is fantastic. Your link the historical context of the world makes us wonder. A true artist.- I already disagree with you. The most mysterious work is the Da Vinci ... He could leave us curious and go in search of answer to other stocks, other worlds.- Already I am Monet fan ...- (The other two) Who was Monet?- Monet? Now ... Monet Monet was ... The guy who painted this picture that you see. Silly question ... You know Picasso and Da Vinci, but do not know Monet. Absurd.- And you know this guy Monet?- Of course ... But let's put silly (looking at the fourth friend) and you like who?- Hélio Melo.- (The previous three contemptuously) And since when Acre artist deserves to be valued the same as Monet, Picasso or Da Vinci?- (The fourth friend) is not a question of wanting to match or want to be better, superior, but it is a matter of knowing that here too there are good artists. Painting, writing or acting. Here also you have art.- I know art ...- Let's finish this discussion of artistic tastes that I have much more important things to show you.- What's it?- Look at that man standing holding one roll of toilet paper written art.- This is a complete nonsense ...- Nonsense ...- An offense ...- A masterpiece...- (The three) This! A masterpiece.- (The first) A what?- Work of art!- (The three) You're crazy!- First like Helio Melo and says here are good artists.- What we should value these sayings good artists.- What is art here.- (The three) Crazy ...- And in the women's bathroom is missing paper and this one with a full roll.- He should use very ...- And here's even a weird smell ... seems rotten egg.- I do not ask you to agree with me ... Everyone has his taste and knowledge in relation to art. What we see here is contemporary art.- Contemporary art!- Like!- Knowledge!- Friends thought we were coming here to enjoy art in its many faces and not end our friendship.- No one came close anything!- Only we think contemporary art is what the paper roll shows.- That's right ... a turd!- I did not say that ... I mean it's meaningless.- So for you art should make sense?- (The three) YesEnters the room a lady of loose hair, sunglasses, high heels, thin. Notes the discussion of the four for a moment and decided to intervene.- Sorry ladies, but was watching you argue about what is or is not art. I would like to participate in this coversa if I may.- Of course ... A fifth opinion is always welcome.- Why all this fight?- Look around ... Here is the most famous artists in the world. For the first time we have here in Acre an exhibition of this size. Our friend here is saying that this young man, muscular, tall, young and this volume here! It's art.- What volume?- The role ... I thought it was what?- Nothing ... But you said volume with a face ...- Pain in the stomach ... that I feel every time I have to look for it.- Ladies do not go out of focus.- You're right. Let us focus. Told my friends that contemporary art does exist and that boy holding the toilet paper with written ART, it shows that the artist made this role is to do more than what was developed.- Clean the ass so yes! The only work he does.- Following the concept of the contemporary artist transforms the art, I can say that this is a work of art.- Get it now...- I already understood!- Wait a minute ... Are you saying that here is art?- Yes!- To be or not to be? That is the question in the midst of turmoil and so much confusion!- See?- What?- You just make art!- But I used the famous phrase of that famous English author ...- Molière ...- Crosses ... Molière was France.- That's not important right now. The important thing is that the work has been transformed into other work and now is no longer what it was.- What the hell is this woman saying?- I do not know, but I agree and now say that the boy with the paper is art!- It was you who said that contemporary art was a turd?- Of course it was, but after the enlightened factors, theorems, conclusions and learning ... I see that here is also art.- Glad to understand ... Now I think we know that there are several concepts of art ... Right?- Okay nothing ... That's just a boy holding a paper and is not art.- I think so ... In the art has to mess with us ... something we can do reflection ... Bring something good home. Now this! The only thing I take home is a real desire to run to the bathroom.- But it is still a reflection.- Well, I will not be I who will put on the head of you what is or is not art. I'll be going to the second part of the exhibition, which shows completely naked men and women. With nothing to cover their sexes. Good day. (leaves)- This is a shame...- The acriana family should be spared such nonsense ...- An attack on the right people.- I'll watch the second part of the exhibition ... I (Sai)- You know girls ... I will also. (Sai chasing the other two)- And will you look at those naked bodies?- I think I'll stick around. I am a family person ...- I think we should go also watch to be able to criticize and weave our opinion.- I also think!- Let's go?- Let's go!- Wait a minute ... This phrase go, go is Waiting for Godot Becket?- Yes!- Then we transform the work!- And we end with art.- But ...- Shut up (out)Enter an employee of the building where the exhibition takes place and walks toward the boy with toilet paper.- Armando what are you doing here?- (Clumsy half) I just came through the exhibition hall and felt an urge to let out a fart.- I have nothing with your intestinal problems! About an hour ago I sent you get toilet paper to put in the ladies room and so far nothing.- Well then ... I could not stand and I slipped the prisoner pum.- And what's that?- Stank ...- Is that why you took?- No ... I was ashamed of those ladies. I pulled the pen from his pocket and wrote here the word ART. I stood like a statue ... as if I were part of the exhibition.- My God! You blew it ... The contemporary art exhibition is in the other room ... Here is just display of classic works.- I tried to escape, but they cismaram me ... They argued that the paper was or was not art.- I hope you in the HR ... It will take a warning.- Because?- For illegal practice of art!- And has it?- It is a standard that we create today, now, this very moment. (leaves)- Just turn artist to start being reproached. (Take a piece of toilet paper Assua the nose, light fades to the B.O)
An exhibition of famous painters. Da Vinci, Monet, Picasso, among others. At the center is a contemporary artist holding a roll of toilet paper written art. Observers enter the room and enough praise to the already known works, but ignore the artist and his scroll. A group of friends into the room and rather praise the most famous works and enter into discussion on the concept of the artist's art.The characters are not appointed to freedom of assembly.- Picasso is fantastic. Your link the historical context of the world makes us wonder. A true artist.- I already disagree with you. The most mysterious work is the Da Vinci ... He could leave us curious and go in search of answer to other stocks, other worlds.- Already I am Monet fan ...- (The other two) Who was Monet?- Monet? Now ... Monet Monet was ... The guy who painted this picture that you see. Silly question ... You know Picasso and Da Vinci, but do not know Monet. Absurd.- And you know this guy Monet?- Of course ... But let's put silly (looking at the fourth friend) and you like who?- Hélio Melo.- (The previous three contemptuously) And since when Acre artist deserves to be valued the same as Monet, Picasso or Da Vinci?- (The fourth friend) is not a question of wanting to match or want to be better, superior, but it is a matter of knowing that here too there are good artists. Painting, writing or acting. Here also you have art.- I know art ...- Let's finish this discussion of artistic tastes that I have much more important things to show you.- What's it?- Look at that man standing holding one roll of toilet paper written art.- This is a complete nonsense ...- Nonsense ...- An offense ...- A masterpiece...- (The three) This! A masterpiece.- (The first) A what?- Work of art!- (The three) You're crazy!- First like Helio Melo and says here are good artists.- What we should value these sayings good artists.- What is art here.- (The three) Crazy ...- And in the women's bathroom is missing paper and this one with a full roll.- He should use very ...- And here's even a weird smell ... seems rotten egg.- I do not ask you to agree with me ... Everyone has his taste and knowledge in relation to art. What we see here is contemporary art.- Contemporary art!- Like!- Knowledge!- Friends thought we were coming here to enjoy art in its many faces and not end our friendship.- No one came close anything!- Only we think contemporary art is what the paper roll shows.- That's right ... a turd!- I did not say that ... I mean it's meaningless.- So for you art should make sense?- (The three) YesEnters the room a lady of loose hair, sunglasses, high heels, thin. Notes the discussion of the four for a moment and decided to intervene.- Sorry ladies, but was watching you argue about what is or is not art. I would like to participate in this coversa if I may.- Of course ... A fifth opinion is always welcome.- Why all this fight?- Look around ... Here is the most famous artists in the world. For the first time we have here in Acre an exhibition of this size. Our friend here is saying that this young man, muscular, tall, young and this volume here! It's art.- What volume?- The role ... I thought it was what?- Nothing ... But you said volume with a face ...- Pain in the stomach ... that I feel every time I have to look for it.- Ladies do not go out of focus.- You're right. Let us focus. Told my friends that contemporary art does exist and that boy holding the toilet paper with written ART, it shows that the artist made this role is to do more than what was developed.- Clean the ass so yes! The only work he does.- Following the concept of the contemporary artist transforms the art, I can say that this is a work of art.- Get it now...- I already understood!- Wait a minute ... Are you saying that here is art?- Yes!- To be or not to be? That is the question in the midst of turmoil and so much confusion!- See?- What?- You just make art!- But I used the famous phrase of that famous English author ...- Molière ...- Crosses ... Molière was France.- That's not important right now. The important thing is that the work has been transformed into other work and now is no longer what it was.- What the hell is this woman saying?- I do not know, but I agree and now say that the boy with the paper is art!- It was you who said that contemporary art was a turd?- Of course it was, but after the enlightened factors, theorems, conclusions and learning ... I see that here is also art.- Glad to understand ... Now I think we know that there are several concepts of art ... Right?- Okay nothing ... That's just a boy holding a paper and is not art.- I think so ... In the art has to mess with us ... something we can do reflection ... Bring something good home. Now this! The only thing I take home is a real desire to run to the bathroom.- But it is still a reflection.- Well, I will not be I who will put on the head of you what is or is not art. I'll be going to the second part of the exhibition, which shows completely naked men and women. With nothing to cover their sexes. Good day. (leaves)- This is a shame...- The acriana family should be spared such nonsense ...- An attack on the right people.- I'll watch the second part of the exhibition ... I (Sai)- You know girls ... I will also. (Sai chasing the other two)- And will you look at those naked bodies?- I think I'll stick around. I am a family person ...- I think we should go also watch to be able to criticize and weave our opinion.- I also think!- Let's go?- Let's go!- Wait a minute ... This phrase go, go is Waiting for Godot Becket?- Yes!- Then we transform the work!- And we end with art.- But ...- Shut up (out)Enter an employee of the building where the exhibition takes place and walks toward the boy with toilet paper.- Armando what are you doing here?- (Clumsy half) I just came through the exhibition hall and felt an urge to let out a fart.- I have nothing with your intestinal problems! About an hour ago I sent you get toilet paper to put in the ladies room and so far nothing.- Well then ... I could not stand and I slipped the prisoner pum.- And what's that?- Stank ...- Is that why you took?- No ... I was ashamed of those ladies. I pulled the pen from his pocket and wrote here the word ART. I stood like a statue ... as if I were part of the exhibition.- My God! You blew it ... The contemporary art exhibition is in the other room ... Here is just display of classic works.- I tried to escape, but they cismaram me ... They argued that the paper was or was not art.- I hope you in the HR ... It will take a warning.- Because?- For illegal practice of art!- And has it?- It is a standard that we create today, now, this very moment. (leaves)- Just turn artist to start being reproached. (Take a piece of toilet paper Assua the nose, light fades to the B.O)
What's Up In The Room Next Door?
When I lived in my current apartment (Quartinho, little), I did not imagine what could find there. In fact the interest in change was not mine but of my girlfriend, who
incidentally was right in my old address ace things were strange.At
least three times someone "opened" my window "looking for" someone,
then I put the pillow with a knife, on the shelf a smaller knife and in
his pocket a knife, somehow they would help me tell the guys that this guy who lived looking for did not live there.At
that time worked in a well-known market in the city (I will not name
why are not paying me for it), morning house 4:30 skirt to get driving
from 5:00 to 5:45 is that deposit ace to finally begin work 6:00 sharp. But ... I always had the morning prayer. I never closed my eyes, as if he did not make sure to open before eleven. Break this routine for a year from Monday to Saturday with my university, who was also from Monday to Saturday. So you can imagine how I was.Well ... Let's get to it before I forget. My
new place of residence has the appearance of a small village with a big
red gate with driveway, the landlady made his residence above the small
rooms and two at the bottom (divided in half became two), one of them
is my, there is no plot of land, everything is tiled. Currently I miss land to land, the backyard dust smell of pecking chickens and stuff.My
girlfriend said she would move in with me and did so, and the first
thing he did in the new house: Paint the wall with drawings that like,
just think it's cool and beautiful, but I have no ability to do so. When we moved it was a heat bludgeon and even then the neighbor next
room arrived, looked at us and went locking the door behind him.Each
with their problems, but it was hot, very hot and certainly that room
had no air conditioning and no fan could meet the need of cooler air. To our surprise we had a door in our room that connected the neighboring room "strange". The first joke we did was: Imagine if we are asleep and someone opens the door and ... My girlfriend did not like the joke. Then I stopped. After lots of storage space, erase.After
a few days of tranquility in the small village of foreign residents,
the front of the neighboring working with salon, the daughter in a store
and the son was a teacher of martial arts, as her husband always saw
him with a beer can in hand I think it was taster of beer. Had you bonbons, sold candy and front bullets of the church that is next door. The lady who worked in the market at night and slept during the day. And finally my mysterious neighbor, the only thing I knew it was working in a liquor store to lose weight. Our communication is only summarize the good morning and good night.It
took months and my girlfriend decided to go back to the family home,
no, we did not finish, but she has allergies and the environment was not
collaborating with their health. So it was necessary to go "away."I
never hear anything coming out of that room, even having a door as
division between my world and the world next to her husband. Yes,
she is married, amigada, the guy appears every two weeks, it seems that
always traveling, but when he is where it gets interesting, it seems
that silence comes alive. It
is dark smooth hair, protruding corners, large eyes, full breasts and
full mouth, have him a scrawny, big-headed and strange. But what happens in the next room?I come home after a hard day's work, step a distributor and buy a drink to swallow daily frogs, otherwise holds up. I
have no bed, clothes shot, put the drinks in the fridge, grab a bottle
and sit on the mattress, grab one of the ten books I'm reading at the
same time and start to kill the chapter, I silent, but there awake
daydreaming my life when I hear.
- Holy shit gets right!
Holy shit, these two are fucking and I sleepless will be required to participated as voyeur ear, I decide to get another beer when I threaten up to go get another beer ...
- Does silence ... You hear me? (She says)
- What?
- The neighbor!
- We're not doing anything, we are in our house.
Are ... are messing up my thoughts, polluting the good ideas, I wanted to write something about what happened on the day and now thanks to the two climbers lost the thread. I left and went to get another beer. When I come back I hear the guy saying he would get some beers in the distributor, I thought: What a quick fuck, rabbit loses.The guy goes out and the woman is complaining, saying that the guy did not hit right, that shit was not going to pay, bag she calls someone and tells the whole story. I think the pitch was very bad for her out telling her friends. Burned face.Listening to someone having sex once is interesting, now listen to someone not having sex is frustrating. The following days were a real battle between him and her.
- You're not getting it. (She said)
- If you do not speak so we could get (he spoke)
- You're not working out between us!
Yikes love was ending. She agreed, but still continued to live together and soon realized that the move was all facade, not ended shit. They sat in silence, listening, each leading stirred in my bags, bags, dirty clothes who played corner of the wall, was discussed in the next room. The door! I ran to the door that divided the room, put the ear, I thought: What's going on shit that room? I hear something very close to the door, hitting a fear, I'll get out of here, get a beer and desencanar. When I'm relaxing the woman says: It's quiet there. Does he sleep? - Answer a female voice. FUCK. Do you hear my footsteps. I purpose of noise, I move on books, shake clothes, Talk intensified over there. Until I got tired and blacked out. In the morning I was leaving when I come across their door wide open, panties (used) extended a chair bra on the floor, I see a shadow coming down and his head and start to close my door. A very strong sneeze. She's allergic. Good morning - I say shamelessly with the look saying - I know I was behind the door listening. She responds with a crumpled face, puffy eyes link the effect of the problem with allergy - Good morning.I give a homemade recipe that can help you with your problem. I was soñado and had not noticed that the woman was only bra and panties and short - being honest - only strip. And transparent. I prefer to believe it was the allergy effect.I'm going out into the big red gate and hear a question.
- Neighbor can I ask you a question? (She says)
- Of course!
- What happens in your room at night? It seems that you do not sleep.
I think a little, also wanted to know what is going on in her room at night, I answer:
- I love to read and I until dawn in the book.
- Ah! Got it.
I did not hold ...
- And in yours? I heard you fighting with her husband.
- Not quite my husband ... A namorido ... My sister is coming here with his son, then asked him to put together a small bed for my nephew to sleep on the floor. But the guy can not stick a right screw. I knew he would listen so told him to be quiet so as not to bother sleep. Bothered?
- No!
Dei-bye and left ... The guy did not know put the screw? So that meant that ...
- Shove it - (Her).Okay!
- Holy shit gets right!
Holy shit, these two are fucking and I sleepless will be required to participated as voyeur ear, I decide to get another beer when I threaten up to go get another beer ...
- Does silence ... You hear me? (She says)
- What?
- The neighbor!
- We're not doing anything, we are in our house.
Are ... are messing up my thoughts, polluting the good ideas, I wanted to write something about what happened on the day and now thanks to the two climbers lost the thread. I left and went to get another beer. When I come back I hear the guy saying he would get some beers in the distributor, I thought: What a quick fuck, rabbit loses.The guy goes out and the woman is complaining, saying that the guy did not hit right, that shit was not going to pay, bag she calls someone and tells the whole story. I think the pitch was very bad for her out telling her friends. Burned face.Listening to someone having sex once is interesting, now listen to someone not having sex is frustrating. The following days were a real battle between him and her.
- You're not getting it. (She said)
- If you do not speak so we could get (he spoke)
- You're not working out between us!
Yikes love was ending. She agreed, but still continued to live together and soon realized that the move was all facade, not ended shit. They sat in silence, listening, each leading stirred in my bags, bags, dirty clothes who played corner of the wall, was discussed in the next room. The door! I ran to the door that divided the room, put the ear, I thought: What's going on shit that room? I hear something very close to the door, hitting a fear, I'll get out of here, get a beer and desencanar. When I'm relaxing the woman says: It's quiet there. Does he sleep? - Answer a female voice. FUCK. Do you hear my footsteps. I purpose of noise, I move on books, shake clothes, Talk intensified over there. Until I got tired and blacked out. In the morning I was leaving when I come across their door wide open, panties (used) extended a chair bra on the floor, I see a shadow coming down and his head and start to close my door. A very strong sneeze. She's allergic. Good morning - I say shamelessly with the look saying - I know I was behind the door listening. She responds with a crumpled face, puffy eyes link the effect of the problem with allergy - Good morning.I give a homemade recipe that can help you with your problem. I was soñado and had not noticed that the woman was only bra and panties and short - being honest - only strip. And transparent. I prefer to believe it was the allergy effect.I'm going out into the big red gate and hear a question.
- Neighbor can I ask you a question? (She says)
- Of course!
- What happens in your room at night? It seems that you do not sleep.
I think a little, also wanted to know what is going on in her room at night, I answer:
- I love to read and I until dawn in the book.
- Ah! Got it.
I did not hold ...
- And in yours? I heard you fighting with her husband.
- Not quite my husband ... A namorido ... My sister is coming here with his son, then asked him to put together a small bed for my nephew to sleep on the floor. But the guy can not stick a right screw. I knew he would listen so told him to be quiet so as not to bother sleep. Bothered?
- No!
Dei-bye and left ... The guy did not know put the screw? So that meant that ...
- Shove it - (Her).Okay!
Old Cicero
The Young Francisco ran from the small airport, wanted to tell everything to his father. What was in the syringe road. I ran fast. Leaving her tears almost turn mud by the dust of your body.He did not stop at home ... He went into the woods and cried for her father, hoping to still make the plane return. Undaunted ounces or other animals, screaming. Safe Cicero abruptly the boy with both hands, calling her attention. When
he saw the boy full of dust, with tears in his eyes, he calmed down,
left Francisco breathe and when he was calmer said SANTA WAS AWAY! Father decried the "fib" and gave him almost a spanking when he got home Santa would have it. The boy insisted taking father to the city airport. There was confirmed the story of Francisco.Cicero blanched! The still dirty hands of the syringe milk, letting his gaze fall toward the ground. He turned away, walked a few meters, called Francisco, working day that was lost, went home silent. In his head just spent the words of his father. Of said curse. Words that weighed on the weary shoulders Cicero.When younger working with parents in the syringe cut and few opportunities visiting the city to buy groceries. It was when Cicero discovered the taste for rum. Once the young man left home to visit the city and promised to father a new shirt. Arriving in the city Cicero bought the groceries, he decided to stop at a watering hole. It was so named sites that sold drinks. There was still the shirt, but Cicero decided to make a short stop to wet his throat. The time has passed, he had forgotten his father's gift. Arriving
back home drunk father asks just the shirt ... When Cicero says
forgotten, but early return in the city and buy a shirt. The old man looked in the eyes of Cicero and spat fury of words, hatred and rancor: TU IS A BASTARD! NEVER WILL HAVE NOTHING IN LIFE. YOUR CHILDREN WILL YOU LEAVE ONE BY ONE. WILL DIE ALONE. ABANDONED! NOW HANDLE YOUR THINGS AND GO AWAY FROM MY HOUSE.Cicero in a hidden corner cried like a child. Words hurt and deeply hurt Cicero. Fight for life that his father's curse did not materialize. He held the hand of Francis as he had never held before. The boy could have sworn I saw a father's eye tear, but chose to believe still be his wet eyes. They came home and all came to the door to know flocked because never saw his father come so early at home. Francisco entered the small house and the brothers went back to see the small news. Cicero cried: BLACK! He was so called Rosalina woman. She sat beside him. Noted. He waited for the conversation ... He swallowed, looked at the sky. It was clean, with no cloud. He broke the news to his wife: SANTA WAS THOUGH. The woman questioned him about what he would do. Cicero looked all around. House, land, land, looked at the children and said: STARTS THINGS OUR CUPBOARD. THESE DAYS WE THOUGH FOR WHITE RIVER.He decided to leave all the family office. passed from father to son. It was time to go back to Santa. The family would not break as his father had said. He would not be abandoned by their children. The father's curse will not materialize. And as Cicero says: NOT CHORA MILK SHED.And they all went into the unknown. The state capital. White River.
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