finally returned to the puppets, the puppets. Harlequin and Harlequin, Pulcinella, Balanzone, Pierrot, Pulone, Old Stenterello. They are no longer in the public gardens. I'm on TV, everyone can see them at home, even without children.
These days there have been some dramatic representation, on the tragic death of a child in norditalia.Si formed the usual knots of gossips and gossips on television, both public and private, that particular quibble about mourning and grief in general. There is a criminologist, that is trendy, and now there is also a criminologist, beautiful woman with her lips sausage. There is the judge who is handling procedures, from crime to prison (it is now fixed on TV is there in the office). There's the columnist, a former journalist nice, relaxed time and time Beghin-moralist. Then some lawyer, some judges, some of the television journeyman "who has seen" (those who give trouble to those who run away and sometimes even lead bad ...). And above him or her, the great conductor, who gives the microphone to this or that, is moved, jumping here and there makes the landlord, the scene of the television studio, roll up in his self-satisfaction of "how-are -good. " It pontificates, gives the line and morality.
These days the theater goes crazy on a tragedy that not only do not know the authors, but there is even difficult to "reconstruct" the corpse. So just missing the screenplay for the theater. The puppets and their wonderful conductor (male or female) talk on and empty verbal acrobatics and are therefore mostly useless and stupid. But, they say, "everything-so-like the people." Or, instead, this can also facilitate a message of murderous violence in a world like this buggy? One thing is certain, the 'evolution' human is represented, in his "devolution" animal, in this puppet theater, which is made with unhealthy blood and instinct.
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