sâmbătă, 21 mai 2011

teatru radiofonic


Acest blog este o colectie de piese de teatru radiofonic gasite pe net si adunate la un loc, criteriul selectarii lor fiind fie cel al scriiturii dramatice, fie al interpretarii exceptionale. Enjoy.


http://teatrale.nobody.ro/lista-alfabetica-pieselor/

duminică, 15 mai 2011

"Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
But has trouble enough of it's own.

Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.

The echoes bound to a joyful sound,

But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.

There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall*.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain."

Solitude, Ella Wheeler Wilcox



marți, 10 mai 2011

duminică, 8 mai 2011

Vulpoiul

Va asteptam astazi, 8 mai 2011, ora 19:00, la Teatrul National "Radu Stanca" pentru a viziona spectacolul "Vulpoiul" in regia lui Florin Zamfirescu, cu Ema Vetean, Laura Ilea si Florin Cosulet.

joi, 14 aprilie 2011

Pablo Neruda

"I want you to know one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine." Pablo Neruda