"ON THE WAY"

                              

                                      

The various identities, concrete figures, rich in nuances.

Sympathetic thicknesses  on the footprints left by pilgrims.

Themes such as hope, future,  violated generations,  rights of a multicultural world are dealt , from which deep values arise.

Strong arguments, essential, told with humor and reflections.

"Borders of a new theater"

THEATER

Travelling "walking" (on the way)

                                     (Comedy in two little acts)

FONTANA Angioletta MARINA FERRARI

                                   Dedicated to her. This would not have been possible without her.

                                                                Dr. Barbara Masotto

ELECTRA: In search of the Eldorado of life,

                     as a continuous blood flow, people

                     follow each other along the way

                     This intense flow enriches and creates

                     Ideas, friendships, opinions, research, reflections,

                    questions and valuable answers.

           

                     Hola Buen camino

ANGEL (THE NARRATOR)

ELECTRA (quietly)

PETER (wanderer)

LUCIA

EXPERANZA

LURDES MARIA

DELIA

ALARA

MARCO

Introduction

ELECTRA - Treasure encased in a body of water.

                   Singing, dancing, toasts, jugglers, fire eaters, noises

                   rise over the village to mark the road.

                   The thoughts guide us on the asperities of infinite worlds

                   where the periods (different) marks the vagabond soul’s toll

                   (full of the outdated and forced routine)

                   Standing at the window, waiting for the great start,

                    Trees quiver.

                   Step by step the words take shape around it.

                   Among  blind steps the wind takes us along the

                   Road silently moaning.

ANGELO - PETER (the storyteller, the wander)tells  Angel his distress, along the edges of the road.

                   Does not find peace in the homologated city. Nations  which live in the videos

                 Of the mirrored cities "Wireless Connectors"

                   Find himself in the lonely path in the daily grind, where suffering helps to understand the essence of life.

ANGELO - Experanza, cheerful, full of life,  determined, solar, comes from Grand Canary

                   Where are you going

 EXPERANZA - Walking walking

                                                                    I look for myself

                                                                                                     experanza

ANGELO - Beautiful word

                   And what's your name? "EXPERANZA"

                  BUEN CAMINO

Angelo- My friend. It is like admiring a painting by Picasso.

ELECTRA - While the songs on the joy of living of the Spanish groups,  noisy and cheerful, cheer the efforts of the journey. AOlà: a constant tam-tam on the way

ANGELO – Olà, from the severe Scotland,  a cheerful, seemingly fragile woman of about 70 years deals with the hard way, enriched by memories of songs of distant countries met in childhood. Friend of dialogue comes from the cold of Scotland to look for unique moments of friendship and warmth. She invites to sing songs of Zucchero and Pavarotti, encouraging you to walk fast ... she starts to sing out loud .......

ANGELO - very close-knit group of Bergamo, accustomed to a mountain territory

                    like this of the way. Nice people and prayers.

ALARA - and like you I seek the hope buen camino

ANGELO – From hill to hill, talking talking, but also stay alone looking for  our own answers, rapid pace with the tam-tam of two sticks found on the road. Fatigue in fatigue, olà where you come from

DELIA – From Ecuador but I work in the huge metropolis of Madrid my name is Delia, olà buen camino

ANGELO - with her large heavy stick that resonates like a heartbeat of Mother Earth, unsurpassed, immediate she speaks at least five languages, for job she is taking care of the elderly.

ELECTRA - You sleep in dormitories from eight to 30 people with bathroom, kitchen, wash-houses, ...

ANGELO - Lourdes Maria, the nun outskirts of Madrid - Valladolid, great in listening and giving to others. Latin America continued to account already missionary, dispenses love and joy, immediate, though not snoring sleep leaving the dorm ......

MARIA LOURDES – silence, I have to rest

ELECTRA - They bow the thick trees bow to the passage of the pilgrims, the nightingales cheer

                  with their songs, the grazing animals Approach curious, a endless and row

           the pilgrim creates along the cobbled Way.

                Among the art of nature (spontaneous woods, streams, water, sun,

                 fog, ......... and the art of man, (cultivated forests, cultivation, farms,

                 buildings churches-housing-wells-streets-squares), the Landscape

                expresses its identity in the continuous search of the street indicated by

               boundary stones indicative of the goal into the future.

ANGELO - Two French people, husband and wife, started from Asturias, the lady with the feet full of blisters that her husband constantly care, but the pain is intense, screamed from Mount Gozo.

                OHI, OHI, OHI

               An old woman of robust physic , American, accompanied by a petite Filipina caregiver who guides her  step by step  screaming where she needs to place her feet on the bumpy path. The big fat lady carries the containment socks but she is determined on the road, despite the difficulties.

              Buen Camino

ANGELO - Nationality: USA, Canada, Mexico, Australia, Italy, Korea, France, Japan, Poland, Brazil, Venenzuela, Bolivia, Nicaragua, Honduras, Peru, Ecuador, Germany, Scotland, England, Spain, Portugal, Germany, Great Canary , Argentina, Chile, Hungary, ............ All the world, so many people, each person enclosed in itself, each with its own pace, along the way: many precious treasures.

ELECTRA - The mounds, with photos of friends, loved ones disappeared, a pair of pink baby shoes

                   Tracks on the path.

                   How many faces olà buen camino

                   The entire free world

                             finds its roots

ANGELO - Cleansed in the source, they leave their remains on the trees to witness the passage

ELECTRA - Long is the wait for the release of compostela. Three Italian boys of Milan, Brescia and Torino, made the whole French way and will continue to Finisterre, on the ocean. They are unemployed, even if they are 32-35 y.o.: They have the age of my son. I wonder which society has failed to value these generations, to the future. According to me, they are the torches that illuminate the paths.

MARCO - We have no jobs, we hold a graduated, we hope

ANGELO - After so much suffering and efforts they greet in front of the cathedral

                   BIG CATHEDRAL

                   PHOTOS KISSES HUGS

                   CRYING SMILES capture a MAGIC MOMENT,

                                                      BYE

                  a flourishing of true friendships

                  and like sunflowers

                  turn their eyes

                                      to  the milky way

                                                      "Buen cammino"

ELECTRA - the cathedral, at noon, heats up, becoming animated with the pilgrims. Its arteries are filled with energy. Looking up, listening to the endless list of nations of the present pilgrims.

THE POET - Proud to be an architect and being able to see  much wealth of creativity of an American colleague within the "Cidade de cultura”of Santiago, the desert in the cathedral,  mirror of today, empty

invaded by nothing, but by two birdies and by me, I am there present.

The ideas need to be cultivated ...

                Doors 5 meters high, entrance and create

ANGELO - In Santiago I revised the "roncador" (ie who snores) Mario, the one who did not sleep a dormitory of 32 people in Portomarin. He had offered ear plugs, which I refused, then he punt it on and until the next morning no one could sleep except him. Nice Spanish , but snores, snores. He defended himself by saying that it was not him who snores but mario, the doll that he wore on the backpack.

Are intense moments, revisit the people we meet along the way

Special moments of an interminable time. During the journey, heading finisterre, a Milanese talked about the Portuguese way, beautiful and physically less demanding than the French and the Nordic way that he had done in previous years.

            He told us about the beautiful Lisbon, and the coastal cities. A tracking to do with calm, to be enjoyed in the company because it is little known, but the hotel facilities and the paths are good.

ANGEL -   FIN DA TERRE E DO CAMINO

                   BREATH OF THE SEA

THE POET -

Wind of the Ocean

hot and bubbly

with the scent

of newly

The wind flags

the perched houses

the square

        while whispers

       of a  friend

        the breeze.

The Gulls hover

free into the blue

of the ocean and of the sky

as pilgrims

                        enclosed

in his own

      pearl shell -

while disseminating

the milky way

                   of stars

Like a gull's nest

I enclose the energy of the Ocean

in a necklace of rare shells,

my roots, in this sea,

savor the wind

when pilgrims

flock to the port

incredulous.

ANGELO - A disheveled wander goes out of the cliff, with a black vest, accompanied by his inseparable dog, looking a bit 'of food on the panoramic hill and the seagulls are waiting.

THE POET -

The waves crashing on the rocks

The sea that breathes

The sunrise that sparkle

The sunset with its golden reflections

                M E L O D Y

The proud return of the fishing boats

chased by the loud squeak

of the seagulls.

the wind from the sea hover

He plays the strings of my face.

ANGELO - Tomorrow I look for a shell on the beach, put a flower

                   In the Ocean, I will walk in the water, along the beach.

ELECTRA -

beautiful Finisterre

with your blue waves,

small motor boats,

the inebriating sun

the sandy and rocky coast

imperious green lush hills

ANGELO - Sitting on the bench of the port or on beaches that line the cliffs of Finisterre, I gazed the festive sea and the rapid and continuous call of gulls, in the shadow of giant palms, while the sea wind heartened me and the sun dazzles me.

ELECTRA – When the night begins,  the seagulls and other birds are on the beach or on the rocks as the sea withdraws and leaves algae and fish to their peers.

ELECTRA - At the end of the world and of the way, at the beginning of a new path a continuous renewal. The Ocean sewed up the wounds of the beach opening a gate, while the resplendent golden path is inundated with fragments of shells.

ANGELO - The harbor with its mighty breakwater creeps into friendly dock, painted with multicolored boats. Mighty sailors load the silver and blue painted boats of their treasures that you find in the museum-market of the harbor fish. A clamor of people, the auctioneer and the buyers.

                 HOLA QUE 'ALEGRIA

                On the small beach, two girls have built a nest for sea gulls done with sand and water and filled with sand. Their labors were reabsorbed by the breath of the sea at sunrise thanking of this wealth.

ELECTRA - The little girl with graying hair at the port, pampered by all, about noon reminds me  when I was a lively and cheerful girl.

ANGELO - Two girls of  Turin that made all the 800 km without problems, while they do not anything about their friend who started the  "primary path" . One of the two girls, staying close to the beach, accused  a sprained foot at the Santiago bus station, to dodge a person. Speaking, we promise that next year we meet at the Portuguese route.

            Majestic the beach of  de fora on the ocean.

            At the end of the journey, the ocean wind plays the pages of my notes

           ..................... known as wave Music

            Good morning, wherever you are EXPERANCIA

ANGELO - unknown: he stamped his name on the boards of a bunk bed MARIANO TARAN 10.10.2010

                   I asked a lonely face, how was the road: hard in the beginning  then OK. Trè bien.

                   A girlie  face  from Germany who did all the French route, up to Finisterre, allows herself  a moment of pause at the harbor while eating an apple, with tranquility, she  writes  notes and impressions in a checkered notebook, with great satisfaction.

                 An English lady, of German origin, good-looking but sad, approaches her asking the bus timetables for Compostela. The girl, supportive hands her a sheet with all schedules. The spoke for half an hour in German telling their own experiences. Then, after a cordial and fraternal greeting each one follows its own path.

THE POET - observing and photographing the soul of the sun at sunrise on the sea, with its reverberations, listening to the breath of the sea. Laid a flower on the troubled waters, collected shells on the beach, ripped a starfish clinging to strong algae, greeted the noisy seagulls, inebriated  by their songs.

ELECTRA - Here is where the time never passes and inebriates  the busy port before the eyes, constant pilgrims, in continuous streams in search of the source (source).

                 End of the world, Finisterre lighthouse Km. 0.000 of the way, full of people. Exciting having placed my own testimony to the lighthouse and people's crown that contemplate the sunset over the ocean, where the sun with its bright surface of the sea welcomes pilgrims.

ANGELO - Coming back from the lighthouse, I met a friendly face, the Milanese who made the Portuguese path, we shook hands and said goodbye, tomorrow back in Compostela and Milan.

                  Olà the repeated entry during the climbs and descents, fantastic cliffs, beautiful and nice  landscapes.

                  An American Indian with two eagle feathers on the head, amber skin, proud of his heritage, magnificent in its beauty.

                  On the quay of the port I found a boy I knew in Porto Marín, hoarse voice, long beard. Once he was alone now he  found a partner from Marche. They were embraced on the bench at the port wrapped in a woolen blanket, in a gloomy day, to see the sea as gulls. He greeted me, I barely have recognized him, I exchanged greetings. I am happy, at the end of the world you could also find a renaissance.

ELECTRA - Offshore the fishing boats go back and forth skirting the rugged coastline, when it emerges a fin, it looks like a shark, but on closer inspection were two fins that occasionally emerged from the water, was the man of the sea, admired by seagulls and myself as he identified himself in the ocean and on his breath. Majestic man above sea face.

ANGELO - Petite, short stature, coming from Korea, sympathetic asked me if I spoke English,she had lunch with me, and after greeting me, limping moved away, heroic.

LIKE  THE SOURCE

DROP AFTER DROP

FEED THE MOUTH OF LIFE

THE WALKING OF MEN

SHAPE THE SOCIAL TISSUE OF HUMANITY

IN AN ACT

OF U N I V E R S A L  LOVE