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Maria Elena by the hand of women
Laura D'Anna
2011. I began to mourn when I learned that Maria Elena had died, I remembered that my sister Maria Rosa we sang for us to rise up the strip to strip and eye with button ... and I never knew, even today, if the shoe was the bird or mine, if the bird I was looking at me in my room or in their nest. Both the song was mixed with sleep in the mornings for children.
Yes, first was my sister Mary Rose, the black (which he wrote above). My sister, mom. The teacher and interior decorator, who has 5 children. We sang all. Then I afanaría books of poems, Fall unforgivable and Handmade, two gems that Walsh wrote between 14 and 18. In an effort to internalize what older sisters left in its wake (the books were all busily checked: my sister had added verses written by herself, had responded to Mary Ellen, had written their secrets ...), I devoured them so that I can still recite them an urban fable, and two or three poems. "I have age of melancholy and heart just shattered."
Cordoba
Then came my cousin Maria Eugenia, Christmas, sitting in the yard of my house in my town and beyond, guitar in hand, singing La Pinta slut, the song bellatriste the world. " At that kills birds, it will grow a bullet in the heart of black ice and a whirlpool of terror."
Then my mother, Dora Jane, I helped to prepare the sample of year-end physical expression (my mom, my first theater director). We had to choose a song or music and do something with that, not promptly let me why. She, my mother had chosen and she was also the one that wanted to dance ... And I danced with pride, for me and my mother, the eternal dreamer
"The reason I give
crazy and give you great peace
my song and my heart are are are
for others "
After myself, I gave a drink to my son, almost to the breast, its cuentopos and songs. Even he could not speak but insistently asked him did hear the voice of Maria Elena counting Devil English (wonderful story of the British invasion. I never knew why Manuel would prefer that ...). Or the story that both play well with my students of theater, The Mermaid and Captain (wonderful story about the English conquest)
Maria Elena's songs each have a story and go for music, words, beauty .
I, when I was little, loved The Cat Song fishing. And what I liked, it was believe that cat, the siesta, sitting in my ventanín ...
new
Leafing those booklets (which I returned to strive to my sister) met again this treasure:
"Singing, singing desperately
With ink and lyric voice of agony,
Broken inside, crazy outside.
hurts from time and eternity with furious
Predict default:
"morning sing my skull."
Maria Elena
Ana Woolf Manuelita
was a little girl, the world upside down, Ozias, studious Cow (mamma mia! What an example!) and the jacaranda and Dailan and more on all sides and by luck. Now continues to follow me, music is one of the inevitable in my suitcase in the world. Lies on all sides. Remain. Choosing
some now, big, and at this precise moment, I would say that the turtle remains Manuelita, who undertook a journey through love, he wanted to be different from what it was, "become" too perhaps, that the right to ironing and reverse ... mmmm, that the peluquita and boots on the feet mmm, maybe it was a lot ... and then ... Manuelita returned to their place of origin to their land. In large
also remains the world upside down with its own "other" rules, where two plus two can be three! What madness and why not ... as in the theater, where the dead stand (Cocteau, not mine). In large
Osías also remains, the teddy bear in overalls and with it I walk through the streets and entering it again in a bazaar but I want time unhurried time to play it is best not loose and caged ... ah! and stories, short stories and novels ... the hand of a grandmother ...
But above all things I want more Maria Elena Walsh to help me not to accept and not give up so easily to the idea that this country can not be me agreement which take a small step here and another one there was / da / so scared.
still a good trip and thanks.
The day she died, Maria Elena
Marcet
The day she died María Elena, I just give my niece most complete collection of his records and books. I did not know she was serious. But, getting ready to go and visit the South, where he lives, I thought she was, as older sister to read the assigned stories and sing songs to her little brother Peter. Just as my mother had done with me. Just as I did with my brothers. María Elena
unknowingly throughout childhood, took to fill the gap between my mom and me. My mom worked all day as a teacher of literature and when it came, with one hand on the briefcase full of tests to correct and another green zucchini, cut to fill ... we sang songs of María Elena Walsh.
Thanks to that we learned to sing to life through simple stories that speak of things deeper than I had complicated words. We learned to accept being invited and invited to tea with or without porcelain teapot but was not seen although we did not know why.
discovered that life would be a "gross that the entire population without rhyme or so bewitched n". But always there would be a doctor with "vaccine lalunalu . And if we walked " the dining room, such as oranges, surely we could get to the Quebrada de Humahuaca mounted on an elephant called Dailan Kifki color to be the wisest of the place. Paloma
Today, my niece sings to Pedro, my nephew. Just like Mom did with me. So as I did with my brothers.
Maria Elena sang and brought us the touch of our mother while she was working.
But above all things, María Elena gave us the most beautiful mom. That when the storm rages, provides a ray of sun is going through the rainbow, all the storms.
The death of a brave
Susana Chavez
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of Daniel Veronese to address Biscaro Barbara (Brazil) and Sandra Knoll action (Brazil)
6 and 13 February in Buenos Aires and 12 February in Castelar
Along with the "Arts Club" We are pleased to present on tour in Buenos Aires on one-man "Luisa" written by Daniel Veronese (Argentina) starring Sandra Knoll (Brazil) and directed by Barbara Biscaro (Brazil). volvió.Luisa Augustine recounts his encounter with the man who, after twelve years of waiting, suddenly becomes a night to say goodbye. Luisa's universe and the universe are intertwined Augustine, a story that mixes facts, memories and imagination. The memories, real or created, composed of a fabric woven and unwoven by time, by the love and the espera.Ficha TécnicaTexto - Daniel VeroneseDirección - Barbara BiscaroActuación - Sandra KnollEscenografía and apparel - Roberto GorgatiTraducción text - André CarreiraAdaptación text - Sandra KnollAsesoramiento foreign language - Esteban CampanelaLuisa is a one-man born of a partnership between three artists: the actresses Sandra Knoll and Barbara Biscaro and designer Roberto Gorgati. The initiative came from the desire of the actress Sandra Knoll of staging the text of Daniel Veronese, was established so that the staging could give voice and freedom to this actress who tells the story of character and at the same time develops a personal drama about the universe proposed by the text. It is a staging that was designed to be carried out both in theaters and in open spaces and non-theatrical, in order to dialogue with different architectural forms, such as facades of houses, gardens and walls and has an intimate nature with a reduced government capacity to provide close proximity between the viewer and the scene.
Year: 2010
Duration: 40 minutes
Seating capacity: 40 places
Show bilingual, conducted in Portuguese and English.
06 and February 13, 2011
Hours: 19.30 and 21.00 hours
Admission: $ 25.00
Reservations: 4384.0700 / lcorrea76@hotmail.com / caromoya@hotmail.com
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