all the world’s a stage

O meditație după monologul “All the world’s a stage” din piesa “Cum vă place” de William Shakespeare, transpusă în imagini spaniole.

Primele nouă și ultimele două titluri sunt versurile de început și de sfârșit ale monologului lui Jaques.

Imaginile sunt din Barcelona (Sagrada Familia, Parc Guell, Placa Espanya, Mercat de la Boqueria, Font Magica de Montjuic, Museu Nacional d’Art, Placa Catalunya, La Rambla, Casa Mila, Port Vell), din Tarragona (Forumul Roman, Amfiteatrul, Playa Tarragona, portul, Via de William Bryant, Catedral de Tarragona, Avinguda de Catalunya) și din PortAventura (Tutuki Splash).

All the world's a stage

And all the men and women merely players

They have their exits and their entrances

And one man in his time plays many parts

His acts being seven ages. At first the infant

Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms

And then the lover, sighing like a furnace

A woeful ballad, made to his mistress' eyebrow

A world too wide for his shrunk shank

A world too high for his limited sight

A world too deep for his limited knowledge

A world with magic places to kiss and love

But with blue feelings too

Some places are crowded

And some places are void

The doors may be locked for his steps

Or may be hidden underground

Some people live within a painting

And some play on a colourful stage

Some of them struggle to pass the obstacles

To find the piece of heaven

And the fountain of immortality

They plunge into deep waters

Get soaked and become nearly drowned

But they have to reach their goal

The goal is the magic fountain

Circled by red spikes

That plays music and dances

But it's hard to climb the pillars on the way there

And the slippery walls

And the high towers of solitude

Some people will run far away to escape from reality

To live in a dream

Maybe in a fairy tale

Or in a perpetual change between them

Some are too afraid to struggle or to run away

Beyond this immense world

With its narrow paths

They just STOP and cry

For this beautiful world

They all played their own life on many scenes

Last scene of all, that ends this strange eventful story

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything

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One response to “all the world’s a stage”

  1. Areta says:

    To go, or not to go: that is the question:
    Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
    The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
    Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
    And by opposing end them?

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