What shall we do?
Idearemos, projects and carry the small concrete puppet shows with reference to Romeo and Juliet of Ovid's Titer's Band. As regards these presentations take the texts of the poet Lucia sanducera Borsani, your blog Loca by the moon.
How do we do?
1 º work with high school art blog in which were hung, like a small short reference in Romeo and Juliet of Ovid's Titer's Band. By way of introduction and reference.
2 º discuss staging, space, puppetry, lighting, scenery, etc. issue.
3 º analyzing the different artistic languages \u200b\u200bpresent in these videos. 4 º
submit the link to the blog of Lucy Borsani:
http://locaporlaluna.lacoctelera.net/
from which students select texts for the scripts for presentation. WORK ORGANIZATION
- students are divided into groups
- find and select the text in the blog
- you analyze the best way to represent the selection.
whole process should be recorded for later presentation
MESSAGES COLOUR
Among the blind slots Facing the evening to remind me that the world is wonderful. I remember once I bring up my keyboard and my fingers start the dance of desire. Write. When these things happen, know that I am vulnerable message to all nature and no shade to oppose. If those chances, tonight is stretched and strained dawn, remember also that the world, and wonderful, is colored. What are your hand brushes the desire and remain at your canvas to get to a little crescendo "- all your wisdom. Is there anything more inspiring than a casting, intrusive and insistent sunset?
Lucia Borsani
THE WIZARD DE LA VIDA
do not know for sure if the life runs the d ante o de trás de nosotros, pero, mientras vivimos, le acercamos la cantimplora y le damos ánimo para sostener el paso. La Vida , esa pa la bra amplia y concreta, nos convoca mientras respiramos de spidiéndonos hasta la próxima cuando llega la meta. Y nos hace creer que todo transcurre, como p el ícu la atrapante, mientras ejercemos siempre el pap el protagónico y el el enco cambia constantemente a pedido d el libreto.
La Vida , que me esperó hoy de nuevo a que de spertase, que me dio aliento para enfrentar el nuevo día con el sonido al canto de gallo en un de spertador el ectrónico, me convoca ahora a homenajear la , con letras y pa la bras, como lo hago de s de siempre.
Me pregunto entonces qué importantes asuntos, cotidianos o no, me esperan de trás de cada árbol, en la pausa de qué mirada. Me pregunto de nuevo qué Mago Sab the oAll and playful I can be alive and how to respond of bo ra of their of significant. THANKS insurance with us every day, I am fulfilled.
Lucia Borsani
La Vida , que me esperó hoy de nuevo a que de spertase, que me dio aliento para enfrentar el nuevo día con el sonido al canto de gallo en un de spertador el ectrónico, me convoca ahora a homenajear la , con letras y pa la bras, como lo hago de s de siempre.
Me pregunto entonces qué importantes asuntos, cotidianos o no, me esperan de trás de cada árbol, en la pausa de qué mirada. Me pregunto de nuevo qué Mago Sab the oAll and playful I can be alive and how to respond of bo ra of their of significant. THANKS insurance with us every day, I am fulfilled.
Lucia Borsani
OUTBREAK OF CONSCIOUSNESS ... CONTAGIOUS?
Night fell like a bird taking the sun plummeting of June, the sun is just dying to meet and deep into her friend night long cold. Avenue also seemed to fall on the River. Hold of footprints and fingerprints of tires ephemeral streets of this city static witness of our rush to live and have reached the point of transitive and in touch with the mind hi pnotizada for earthly affairs and staring, dangerous, cold like the air we breathe.
So we are on the world and the winter seems to enhance our energy volatilizing to the thought.
urban entities, we have little to become machines and only of us have this dress fragile skin that covers us, this set dede organs and muscles that leads us through life.
Night fell, it was a fact. I looked at the remains of l sun of the tar of leaving only blood stains in the sky as signs of The murder of l tie of cer.
Then, making use of moments of consciousness that attack us, these outbreak s of Life lamentablente not spread flu to each other as one, we of dike minutes of l whom I thought to of NTER. Who? It would be good to know. I write verses at any time of l day, I of Stapa of l coat of inertia and whispers Verda s of unsuspected language. Night and without much to Cirle of that great of sconocida that always accompanies me, I suggested a simple "thank you" with a silly smile, honest and human than this wonderful land, mirror of beauty, I have known teach.
So we are on the world and the winter seems to enhance our energy volatilizing to the thought.
urban entities, we have little to become machines and only of us have this dress fragile skin that covers us, this set dede organs and muscles that leads us through life.
Night fell, it was a fact. I looked at the remains of l sun of the tar of leaving only blood stains in the sky as signs of The murder of l tie of cer.
Then, making use of moments of consciousness that attack us, these outbreak s of Life lamentablente not spread flu to each other as one, we of dike minutes of l whom I thought to of NTER. Who? It would be good to know. I write verses at any time of l day, I of Stapa of l coat of inertia and whispers Verda s of unsuspected language. Night and without much to Cirle of that great of sconocida that always accompanies me, I suggested a simple "thank you" with a silly smile, honest and human than this wonderful land, mirror of beauty, I have known teach.
Lucia Borsani
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