the world of theatre never ceased to fascinate me with its richness and depression. a world of weirdness and mystery... the Actor- a recreator of an universe...
this is a small illustration to one of my favourite poems written by Marin Sorescu (one of my faves too). and a (silly) personal english translation of te poem:
" The most detached - the actors! With their sleeves turned up How well they know to live us! Ive never seen a more perfect kiss Like the actors kiss in the third act When feelings start to take shape
Their death on stage is so natural, That, compared to its perfection, Those from the graveyards Really dead Tragically dead, once and for all Seem quite alive.
And we, those stuck in just one life! Not even this one are we capable to live We talk nonsense, or keep silence for years, In a distasteful, hysterical way. And we dont know where the hell to keep our hands. "
and if you're interested to see who's the guy in the pic. pls go here: [link]
loolllll! don't worry. when reading the poem, hamlet was the very first hing that came in my mind, and since i had this wonderful "to be or not to be" vid with Sir derek as Hamlet, i shamelessly used it as a muse. thks for comment
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I'll follow my secret heart // My whole life through ^I'll keep all my dreams apart // Till one comes true
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I'm French, so please, excuse my English !
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I'm French, so please, excuse my English !
when reading the poem, hamlet was the very first hing that came in my mind, and since i had this wonderful "to be or not to be" vid with Sir derek as Hamlet, i shamelessly used it as a muse.
thks for comment
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I'll follow my secret heart // My whole life through
^I'll keep all my dreams apart // Till one comes true
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I'm French, so please, excuse my English !