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Midsummer night’s dream

My eyes are closed. I can feel the soft breeze caressing my hair and the sunshine warming up my wet back. This is just amazing… I can hear people talking and laughing. Now there is a distinct voice, I pay attention. Yes, someone is calling me. I open my eyes to look towards the voice, but all the lights are slowly fading away. Like I was in a theater and the workers were closing it, but they forgot me, they didn’t see I was still there. They removed the scenario, plugged off one by one the lights, and turned off the heater. Closing and locking the theater from outside. In the entrance, a hand written note “We will reopen next season”. 

Next season means they don’t know when exactly. A group of hipster-like people has to decide the new plays, the dates, maybe the theater need some maintenance? Indeed, some money is needed for the reparation of the actor’s rooms. They will try to involve some big name too, theaters need more public. 

In the mean time, I am inside, still with my mouth half open, about to say a sentence that I already forgot. Like waking up from hypnosis, I close my mouth and after getting used to the dark, I slowly look around, the other actors are gone too. How the hell I didn’t see them leaving? Why they didn’t say nothing to me? I go for my jacket, my purse and leaving my emotions in the stage, I take the stairs up, to the costume’s room. Fortunately there is one of those emergency lights on. I love the costume’s room. I take off my clothes and put them on a metal bistro chair. I touch the different fabrics around me. In this darkness I cannot see them properly, but I know them very well. Oh great! My first one, the Midsummer night’s dream fairy, Peaseblossom’s dress.

I take it, still looks beautiful, perfect, as when I used it. I put it again,  fit nice on me despite all the years. In the darkness it is difficult to appreciate the details, so I follow the embroidery with my hand. In a corner I find a pile of huge pillows that we actors use for rest in between acts. I make a hill with them and I place myself in the middle, curled in my Peaseblossom’s dress. Next season, eh? What a surprise when they will find out a fairy has been sleeping there all this time! I don’t want to miss their face of surprise. But by now… let’s sleep. How was the part of the play I liked most…?


Soft words

Soft words

Few months ago, surfing the internet, happened that I read a tale I really liked. I tried to find who wrote it, even find it again, but so far, no success.

I guess it comes from India or at least it has roots in yoga or Buddhism… Here goes my version:

The master asked to his disciples “Do you know why two people whom are angry shout to each other?”.
One of the disciples answered “Maybe it is to make the other person understand better why he is so angry”.
The master replied “Then why doesn’t he talk as usual, considering the other person is not deaf? They shout to each other because it is in anger where our hearts are far away. In order to be sure our hearts can listen to each other when we are angry, we need to shout. The opposite happens when two people love each other, they usually talk very soft, sometimes they do not need neither to talk as their hearts are so close that they understand without words.”

I wish you all soft conversations!