students of Damascus all the same clothes 
Chamber opera ... never more definition was 'apt: luxury, voluptuousness', decadence and eroticism soaked solitude that reigns in the bedroom of "Powder Her Face" by Thomas Adès (yield so refined by Pier Luigi Pizzi) inevitably recalls the climate of corruption that reigns in high buildings in our house. And I really do not know whether to blame the government or dell'Avis car, but "thanks" to the last of our local premier escort won even a corkscrew. A day of lost work, money spent to reach the capital, an early rising at 4 am as well as' behind 20 years of "honorable service" only to attend a workshop quiz within the national meeting, which was awarded the precious object. But the suggestions that Rome exercises, albeit behind the windows of the train or on the windows that surround the station, are always great. I confess that I easily fall victim of exotic charm to greeting those who come from catalogs or travel by the songs of Battiato (filled hotels in Tunis for the summer holidays .. Damascus students all dressed the same) even if I do not own those students I met me and 'more' easy to see them leave the station every day, with their embarrassing uniformity '. But you know, stay within the pack requires certain rules, and to be different (magari.. Themselves?) It inevitably leads to exclusion. The passenger who had not but 'the chance to can go to Damascus' always console themselves with a visit to LIDL supermarket on a Saturday afternoon: the air we breathe is not 'so' far from from a Middle Eastern souk, with its share of heat smell sweat (and stink) . Cosi ', dangling between products of dubious origin we find ourselves standing shoulder to shoulder with the same people photographed with such enthusiasm in the tunnels of the bazaars, with their faces veiled, his clothes down to his feet, white turbans and long beards. Covering your photos you realize that it had made much progress in their openness to the world when the world already exists' the house. Nothing remains-as suggested by Carlo Lucarelli wrote in a recent - to hear the voice of the city ', that is not 'one made noise that accompanies us every day though, but rather' different words and accents that pulsates with us. It 'a breath, a stream, sometimes a raging river. And that voice, sometimes, is to be 'a contribution as well. If in the beginning was the Word (written), there is now a direct comparison, tout court. They range from Antoniozzi, director of the recent Bologna Traviata, and in contravention of the more 'elemental rules of good manners and due respect is blatantly deny the choice made in the first act of the opera. His intuition to die Violetta in total isolation, in a dreamy sort of redemption, and 'nothing short of brilliant, but so' is not the party early, in the middle 'between the sweet life and a feast transgender. If as a viewer I have to be encouraged to look to the heart and good feelings of the people of the 'appearances and labels (prostitutes, homosexuals or vicious they may be), that is if I have to' overcome the prejudices of a sexual nature, culture, society, and then 'best to avoid stepping on the foot on the accelerator, so as to avoid any discomfort or repulsion. Antoniozzi insisted: the problem and 'mine, not his. Cosi 'again I feel relegated to the situation who does not understand the genius of the' where exists. It was so 'with Bejart (see the famous correspondence-Ottolenghi croissants) and is' now so' directed by Antoniozzi. Let me be clear, a man of unquestioned talent and ingenuity, but perhaps in this case lost behind a representation too didactic for the benefit of the public must understand the story and characters. I intuit that the stroke of genius only in the splendid final part would be to my detriment, if not deeply thought to have a bit of reason ... but the game and 'any convincing way, and the ability to "grow" on considerations of this type and 'least interesting. You can 'then turn a blind eye to the presence of Claudio Abbado in the transmission of Fazio and Saviano. The age ', illness and fatigue do not do justice to once again its desire to promote the beauty and magic through music. Moreover, in a country where the ruins of Pompeii are called "four stones" by the ruling class is not 'easy even trying. Then listen to the voice of City 'Sooner or later, we are sure, with its roaring win' silence.
