This is my story of the club finished fourth in the competition Agora of Pisa ( http://www.agorapisa.it/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=716&Itemid=73 ) should be read by listening to the song inspirational http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pkJVkQOKCPw ...
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Mujer de sal
(text loosely inspired by "Balada para un loco" by Astor Piazzola)
(text loosely inspired by "Balada para un loco" by Astor Piazzola)
Mina stood for hours sitting on the bench of one of the many public parks
of Buenos Aires. It was one of several human waste thrown away from the hustle of the metropolis
.
The wrinkled hands, crochet shawl, large calves wrapped in dark stockings.
In that bench, Mina had built his life: he had made his kitchen, living room
its staff, and less cold nights in his spare bedroom.
Cradled by an 'inner melancholy, though Mina I had all day to munch
peanuts and pumpkin seeds, capturing the 'friendship of the birds in the area.
seemed one of the many strange figures of the park, show off their invisibility to
edges of a noisy city and deaf.
But Mina, he brought with him an oddity in most, earning the epithet of madness.
not that crazy if they do not see it, but his capture for years
some attention.
At dusk each day, in fact, preceded by the flutter in unison
of birds taking flight in front of her, Mina turned into a pillar of salt.
eyes wide open staring at the tree in front of a smile and unreal to illuminate the face. In those few moments
Mina became the attraction of the park, his living monument
dusk.
The entire figure becomes as opaque, with no boundaries, the awkwardness
seemed to rise from his body limp and could not pass by without trying a
subtle and disturbing sense of beauty.
Few could explain the strange phenomenon.
Only rarely anyone, a shaman got out of the Pampas, an itinerant healer
or, more rarely, some children still used to seeing strange worlds
behind normal appearances, could realize the true nature of the statue
. Every afternoon
Mina, from the park to fly a bit 'and began to fly.
The city was transformed before her eyes, she could see the world as well as his thoughts
dreamed it.
The park was filled with colors, smiles slightly with dark faces, but particularly the
traffic all around and even slowed the race of the clouds, the deafening noise is muffled and Mina danced
height of the roofs of skyscrapers with his ungainly body.
From there he saw acrobats doing pirouettes between a roof and another, market trader who turned
orange roses in bunches of orange, with which to seduce the rich ladies
step, and again, armed with trumpets poetante distributed verses of the elderly
park.
was the mad dream of Mina that every day, flying over the streets of Arenales and
drew an awkward dance of dreams that city imprisoned by torpor.
Sometimes, the old and chubby face of the statue, some visitors even saw a tear slide
, Mina then became a modern miracle of exemplary
madonna street.
The miracle lasted a few minutes. Suddenly
Mina stopped being heavy leaf and returned, the smile disappeared from
mouth and began again to eat peanuts, silent and heavy.
Mina's journey lasted for years, each day, at that hour, with an incredible
, this strange woman reinvented this piece of the city.
Crowds of onlookers gathered in front of the bench often, only to dive back and disappear into the buzz
park information, just the old Mina opened his eyes.
Until, one afternoon in March, the usual dusk, birds
opened the curtain, but this time the show changed. The usual
curious, now accustomed to temporary forms of the statue, you
marveled that time continues to flow without the woman moved
even an inch from his position.
hours passed, there were those who thought to call an ambulance or fire engine to maybe carry that object
exceptional half between flesh and stone, but, as often happens
, you get used to the new one too with strange indifference. Mina
that day was unable to return from his dreams, he was dancing among the roofs,
to caress the trees, drawing pirouettes among the branches. For all
became the "Mujer de sal." So it was written at the foot of the statue, which stands
then smiling and mocking one of many public parks of Buenos Aires.
Hordes of birds stop each day to pick her cheeks and some weird
poet composed poems to his feet. Nothing has discovered the identity of Mina, the Mad
that to succeed in the dance world has always had to hold on to its
heavy limbs to a bench.
of Buenos Aires. It was one of several human waste thrown away from the hustle of the metropolis
.
The wrinkled hands, crochet shawl, large calves wrapped in dark stockings.
In that bench, Mina had built his life: he had made his kitchen, living room
its staff, and less cold nights in his spare bedroom.
Cradled by an 'inner melancholy, though Mina I had all day to munch
peanuts and pumpkin seeds, capturing the 'friendship of the birds in the area.
seemed one of the many strange figures of the park, show off their invisibility to
edges of a noisy city and deaf.
But Mina, he brought with him an oddity in most, earning the epithet of madness.
not that crazy if they do not see it, but his capture for years
some attention.
At dusk each day, in fact, preceded by the flutter in unison
of birds taking flight in front of her, Mina turned into a pillar of salt.
eyes wide open staring at the tree in front of a smile and unreal to illuminate the face. In those few moments
Mina became the attraction of the park, his living monument
dusk.
The entire figure becomes as opaque, with no boundaries, the awkwardness
seemed to rise from his body limp and could not pass by without trying a
subtle and disturbing sense of beauty.
Few could explain the strange phenomenon.
Only rarely anyone, a shaman got out of the Pampas, an itinerant healer
or, more rarely, some children still used to seeing strange worlds
behind normal appearances, could realize the true nature of the statue
. Every afternoon
Mina, from the park to fly a bit 'and began to fly.
The city was transformed before her eyes, she could see the world as well as his thoughts
dreamed it.
The park was filled with colors, smiles slightly with dark faces, but particularly the
traffic all around and even slowed the race of the clouds, the deafening noise is muffled and Mina danced
height of the roofs of skyscrapers with his ungainly body.
From there he saw acrobats doing pirouettes between a roof and another, market trader who turned
orange roses in bunches of orange, with which to seduce the rich ladies
step, and again, armed with trumpets poetante distributed verses of the elderly
park.
was the mad dream of Mina that every day, flying over the streets of Arenales and
drew an awkward dance of dreams that city imprisoned by torpor.
Sometimes, the old and chubby face of the statue, some visitors even saw a tear slide
, Mina then became a modern miracle of exemplary
madonna street.
The miracle lasted a few minutes. Suddenly
Mina stopped being heavy leaf and returned, the smile disappeared from
mouth and began again to eat peanuts, silent and heavy.
Mina's journey lasted for years, each day, at that hour, with an incredible
, this strange woman reinvented this piece of the city.
Crowds of onlookers gathered in front of the bench often, only to dive back and disappear into the buzz
park information, just the old Mina opened his eyes.
Until, one afternoon in March, the usual dusk, birds
opened the curtain, but this time the show changed. The usual
curious, now accustomed to temporary forms of the statue, you
marveled that time continues to flow without the woman moved
even an inch from his position.
hours passed, there were those who thought to call an ambulance or fire engine to maybe carry that object
exceptional half between flesh and stone, but, as often happens
, you get used to the new one too with strange indifference. Mina
that day was unable to return from his dreams, he was dancing among the roofs,
to caress the trees, drawing pirouettes among the branches. For all
became the "Mujer de sal." So it was written at the foot of the statue, which stands
then smiling and mocking one of many public parks of Buenos Aires.
Hordes of birds stop each day to pick her cheeks and some weird
poet composed poems to his feet. Nothing has discovered the identity of Mina, the Mad
that to succeed in the dance world has always had to hold on to its
heavy limbs to a bench.
(image from http://www.amorphi.net/ #)
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