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      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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      1. 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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