Four such poor Christian, Luke, Matilda and Lucrezia yesterday faced a key topic of all art, from writing to painting, sculpture, photography, etc.. I'm talking about LOVE. Through a narrative of the project, one of our usual tests of writing, we have a different idea of \u200b\u200blove the other.
We combined the theme of love is also an exercise in dialogue. The exercise was, in fact, to write a dialogue whose theme was love, and the dialogue could be placed in the context of a description, or just an exchange between two (or more) short, as one felt from the heart of do so.
results more or less disastrous, but still a good exercise, because you always keep trained.
If you want, You can try this at home.
Anyway, I hope there will be more people next time again groped for this experiment. Or more, if you prefer.
I leave you with my test yesterday + correction test yesterday (more considered, and sensible filed).
ONE:
And the intersection. It's all so unexpected and I'm horrible are sweaty, my hair without gel and I think that I have not even brushed my teeth this morning. I look better and I realize that she is, in all its simplicity. I do, I talk to? The'm looking for too long, I see nervous ... Maybe not even remember me. can I get closer, she makes a small step but will probably hit me with the heavy bag full of books he has. No, forget it, she recognized me. Yeah, maybe not who I thought was, I had been mistaken. Around on a side street in I do not remember the name. I stop em'appoggio against the wall of a house, my eyes are closed to recover from the emotion. I fucked up, now I realize that as a last desperate act and I run the meeting. Around the corner and she is no longer fiddling with the lock on the bike. I keep running, and there it is: luck would have it, the bike chain fell and is now grumbling by Mazzini. For a moment I look at it from afar and my desire grows, I can not resist. Are now behind her, instinctively put his hand on his shoulder. She turns around, sunglasses covering the huge green eyes.
"Need a hand? He asked, pointing to the bike chain. She takes an odd: it seems the actress Julianne Moore, known. The'm going to ask if she remembers me, embarrassed silence that is destroying me, but he starts talking to me.
"Do you have a euro? I sbiciclettato here from Porotto and I have no money. "She says.
"A €? "I repeat, dazed.
"If you offer me a drink, you would be very nice, Mark. "
" You know my name? "I ask myself among the confused and bewildered.
"EMH, yes. Now you want to get something to drink? "She asks again, and I am so happy that the aqueduct would offer a whole.
AFTER:
And suddenly the intersection. Thus, A meeting of the blue, and that's why I'm not ready for anything, in fact, I'm really horrible: they are sweaty, my hair is not as usual filled with gel and I think that I have not even brushed my teeth this morning. I look better and I realize that she is in front of me, in all its simplicity and beauty. I do, I continue on my path or I talk to? Although only a few seconds is watching, it is already too long that I look and noticed that it was nervous ... I think you probably do not even remember me. A decision on whether or not to continue, do I approach the girl decided to tell her something, even just a greeting, she makes a small movement, a shot, but it's probably because he wants to beat me with heavy black bag and with whom he continues to rummage. He must be full of books, since we are in front of the library and it seemed novel to see a few emerge from the bag. No, come on, let's leave, so she did not recognize me. Indeed, perhaps not even those who thought it was, maybe I had been mistaken. Yeah. Carried
then on a side street that runs alongside the library Ariostea can not remember the name. I stop for a second, leaning against a wall full of moss. As I watch the cigarette butts on the ground gives me a tremendous desire to turn so that a pull out from his pants pocket a packet el'accendino. Then close my eyes, just to recover from the emotion. And with his eyes tightly closed the account I am really fucked up that I did. As a final act of desperation, I decide to meet her running as the best (or worst?) Romantic movie.
Around the corner to find myself again at the entrance of the library, but she is no longer there to deal with the bag full of books or the lock of the bicycle. So I continue to run it all away for Science, but only the later meeting. My luck would have it, the bike chain broke and now the girl was grumbling by Mazzini and dragged the vehicle to walk with great difficulty. For a while, 'the I watch from afar, feeling my desire to grow: I want to make, I want to feel the taste of her lips, I own and I like that. I can not resist, and quickened his pace until they are right behind her. Instinctively put his hand in a gesture not too gentle on the shoulder. It 'pretty low, but this makes it very sweet, and makes me feel even higher. She turns a little 'alarm, the huge sunglasses covering his eyes are usually blue or green.
"Need a hand for the event? He asked casually, pointing with a finger the chain to the ground. I feel a little 'stupid hard to do when the problem of where to save the beloved is only a bicycle route. She takes an odd: it looks like the actress Julianne Moore, known for the first time. The'm going to ask if she remembers me, because the silence that has been created between us is definitely destroying me, but he starts talking to me.
"Do you have a euro? I arrived here from Porotto bike and I have no money to cool a moment. "She says.
"U-a €? "I repeat, dazed. Yes, ok, maybe I'm doing the ebony figure, but she's so strange to make such a request. And the beauty is that it does not seem at all un'accattona, indeed, seems to want something offered with the heart, and this is all so special.
"If you give me something to drink, Mark, would you be very kind ... A true gentleman! "
" You ... You know my name?! "I ask myself among the confused and bewildered.
"EMH, yes. "She says, in fact, if you just called me by name, it means that they have to know. It means that you remember me, I know, at least to my face. Her voice brings me back to reality. "Now I get something to drink, please? "She asks again. In response, I smile with joy: I'm so happy that would offer even the entire local waterworks, if I could.
the next week and a kiss.
Lucre
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