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The Dramatherapy Workshop FreeMind is an open space, so long as it goes on consolidating its thinking and its practice. A blog will allow the extension of the communication: drama widened to ideas and competences. Director, E. Gioacchini


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Monday 16 March 2009

The Symptons


Secret folds are in our soul, where there’s no distinction between huge and small, beautiful or ugly, something more or less important. Sometimes, they stretch, letting the coloured untidy shadows of our dreams or dark ceilings memories slip away…

The strident logic of enormous thinking machines, with two arms and hands, has always preferred to set them in the night sleep, or in some jester’s oddness not telling the truth.

Others times, however, they own the hurry of an exciting discovery, made by patterns and affections, past and origins; the reason humility isn’t always enough to allow it a space. Better to imprison them through feelings, running over the body without breath, harboured in small caves, not recognizable, almost lost, misunderstood traces, the symptons.

Panic, The Smiths
"Panic on the streets of London/ Panic on the streets of Birmingham/ I wonder to myself/ Could life ever be sane again/ On the Leeds side-streets that you slip downI wonder to myself/ Hopes may rise on the Grasmeres/ But Honey-Pie you're not safe here/ So you run down to the safety of the town/ But there's Panic on the streets of Carlisle/ Dublin, Dundee, Humberside/ I wonder to myselfBurn down the Disco/ Hang the blessed D.J./ Because the music that they constantly play/ IT SAYS NOTHING TO ME ABOUT MY LIFE/ Hang the blessed D.J./ Beacuse the music they constantly play/ On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down/ On the provincial towns you jog 'round".


Music: "Panic", by Morrissey Marr, The Smiths, taken by the Album T"he World Won't Listen", 1987
Photo: "Symptons", by E. Gioacchini, 2007

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