Eu quero ter sida completamente consumido quando morrer. Para mim a vida não é uma vela efêmera, é uma tocha esplendorosa que tenho nas mãos por algum tempo e quero fazê-la queimar com o maior brilho possivel, antes de passá-la as futuras gerações. (Bernard Shaw)

As dores e delícias de fazer teatro

Em busca de um patrocinador from Luciana Martuchelli on Vimeo.

Documentário concebido e dirigido da atriz do meu grupo Juliana Zancanaro sobre produção cultural, com depoimentos de artistas que se desdobram para fazer arte no Brasil. Personagens: Cláudio Marconcine, Guilherme Reis, Isabela Paes, Luana Piovani e Luciana Martuchelli Trilha: (parte da trilha original para a peça Pela Metade): Léo Bleggi Fotografia: Lello Kosby Som direto: JP Mac e Edilson Barros Montagem: Saulo Morete Uma produção EBC/NBR Imagens das obras cedidas pelos entrevistados 21min

TRANSIT VI Backstage of my documentary about Women - Teatret and Periphery Part I

Transit VI - Odin Teatret - Danmark 2009 (part 01) from ADRIANA DE ANDRADE on Vimeo.

Videoclip of Transit VI - Magdalena Project in Odin Teatret on august 2009 in Danmark - By Luciana Martuchelli and Adriana de Andrade

TRANSIT VI Backstage of my documentary about Women Teatret and Periphery Part 2

Transit VI - Odin Teatret - Danmark 2009 - (part 02) from ADRIANA DE ANDRADE on Vimeo.

Videoclip of Transit VI - Magdalena Project in Odin Teatret on august 2009 in Danmark - By Luciana Martuchelli and Adriana de Andrade

segunda-feira, 16 de novembro de 2009

A Kiss from Seal...

There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea. You became the light on the dark side of me. Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill. But did you know, That when it snows, My eyes become large and The light that you shine can be seen. Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray. The more I get of you, The stranger it feels, yeah. And now that your rose is in bloom. A light hits the gloom on the gray. There is so much a man can tell you, So much he can say. You remainMy power, my pleasure, my pain, baby To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny. Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby? But did you know, That when it snows, My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen. I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray. Ooh, the more I get of you The stranger it feels, yeah Now that your rose is in bloom. A light hits the gloom on the gray, I've been kissed by a rose on the gray, I've been kissed by a rose I've been kissed by a rose on the gray...And if I should fall along the way I've been kissed by a rose ...been kissed by a rose on the gray. There is so much a man can tell you, So much he can say. You remain My power, my pleasure, my pain. To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny, yeah Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby. But did you know, That when it snows, My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray. Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the gray.
Yes I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray Ooh, the more I get of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
And now that your rose is in bloom
A light hits the gloom on the gray

Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the gray.

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