Nota bene:

Mi piace scrivere cose a caso. E mangiare la nutella con i grissini direttamente dal barattolo.

giovedì 5 aprile 2012

Sul come nasce un esperimento narrativo

 Poco tempo fa il mio amico Marco mi scrisse su faccialibro un semplicissimo "write something" in bacheca.
Una frase che non aveva nessun senso se non quello di scrivere qualcosa laddove era scritto "scrivi qualcosa". Ebbene io l'ho preso alla lettera e ho iniziato a scrivere, lui ha risposto. E da li è nata una storiella, tutt'ora non conclusa. Per giunta il tutto è stato fatto in inglese.
La cosa divertente sta nel fatto che non eravamo a conoscenza di come l'altro facesse evolvere la storia. Un esercizio stilistico di fantasia e creatività pura che ha portato a questo che vedete qui sotto. L'inglese potrebbe essere non  corretto :) (anzi non lo è di sicuro!)
Marco: write something ...
Davide: Once upon a time .... (to be continued)
M: In a far far far away land called "FartherLand" there was a shy guy u always dress glasses as white as his skin was...

D: but a very cold day of winter he lost his glasses on the snow. Oh the poor guy was so sad ....

M: ...That wes his favorite pair of glasses. He made it himself using the same stone of the ancient temple he took care everyday of his life. It was the temple of the "Artness" and he was the major priest of that; the "Illuminate guy" this was the way all the people called him. He had great power. He could make the world a better place using the "power of beauty" that was in his eyes...But he was to shy to show them. But nobody can escape from his own destiny, neither the illuminated guy...Maybe this is why he lost his glasses. Anyway...He was so sad that he run in the forest, the Dark Forest...

D: ... the Dark Forest was the name by which it was called the forest of the village, but in reality this forest at night was lit by millions of stars shining on tops of trees. The highests trees in the human memory history ..


M:  Believe me...Nobody, never in time, had seen something so brilliant and so beautiful. He was astonished. How was it possible that he never noticed a so huge tree before?...And why he never saw how lightly the stars were? Wasn't him the illuminated guy? The guy who has Art in his blood, beauty in his eyes, how?! The bottom forest was freezly scaring...So he decided to climb on the tree..To arrive on the top of that...To reach those stars..


D: With some difficulty climbed up the tree, but the desire to touch a star was stronger than the effort and gave him the strength to continue his climb.
Once on top of this tall tree he realized that the stars really were .... fireflies.
Millions of fireflies colored the tops of trees and lit up the Dark Forest. The guy knew that the fireflies were not affected ... the risk was to "turn off" the light of the night in the dark forest ...



M: It was even better then any dream he had ever dreamed. He was on the top of the tallest tree in FartherLand, he was sourronded by million of fireflies who danced in the night...And suddenly he noticed that there was no more silence there. A soft wind, blowing, let the leaves moving. From the tree to the endless sky rose up a sound like the one lots of violins made. Drops of dew fell from one leaves to other right down the first one everytime those were shoken by the wind, making, in this way, a great harp composition. It was the best show he had ever seen. Sky was the stage, firflies were the performers and Wind was the conductor of that fashinating natural concert. He was caught by that scene when one of the fireflies come close to his face...Few seconds...and then it run away. The guy followed it with the sight...and was right in that moment that he noticed something, wedge between two branches of that tree, sparkling. Was really shining...

D: He walked slowly and carefully to the mysterious object, paying careful not to fall. Closer he came over the object changes colors. Assumed from time to time in the color of the boy's curiosity. It was getting closer. The fireflies lit up the points in a magical atmosphere. Was now the object of intense light blue, darkened by the night and the fireflies glow. The curiosity to take it was so much like fear ...


M: ...but how a so magical and fashinating object could be danger? He convinced himself that there were no reason to feel so much fear and took that small, round shape, misterious object in his hands. The light blue become istantly white. White like the colour of his glasses. White like the ancient stone in the temple. White like the pure soul of the illuminated guy. It seems weightless. He looked it with couriosity. He was the major priest in the Artness Temple...But he had never saw an object so weird..What was is? What was made for? He start to study it..It was...


D: a container? a box? a shell? he needed help. Dropped down by the tall tree, bringing with them the weird object.
Not knowing where to put it chose for the obvious solution, for this night is up to the Artness Temple. The next morning he summoned the Guardians of Beauty and would show them the white object. But the next morning ...



M ‎...It could be around 5 o' clock something unthinkable happened. The village was still surrounded by a deep silence. People were all sleeping in their beds…all…Except one...It was a little, dirty, frightened child. Nodoby has seen him before. Quite long, straight, black hair. Light blue eyes. He was running through the street of that empty village. The only thing he was searching, in that moment, was a quiet place where took rest, a quick nap. He finally found himself in front of the great temple. He thought could stop behind one of the great, white stone, columns when he noticed that the golden door of the temple was open. He went in and walked faster through the dark, huge rooms of the temple. Accidentally he saw a dirty blanket in eagle. He stopped there and took his rest…

D: When the sun rose the Guardians of Beauty had already received under their doors to convene as soon as possible to reach the Artness Temple. Zenobi, the oldest among the Guardians, had already donned his ocher robe and was preparing to leave his home. But when he approached the door, with great surprise, he heard a chirping of birds in unison ... a sound that colored the air streaks pink and peach ...


M: Zenobi still didn't know was was happening but he was sure that something great was occurring. In the mean time, in the Artness Temple, the Illuminated Guy woke up. He could clearly remember eveything: the fireflies, the three, the music, the colours....THE OBJECT! Where was it? It was the only thing that could confirm that it wasn't just a dream. The night before he left that weird object under a blanket. He ran in the other room...and...found the boy. "WHo are you?" Shouted a bit frightened a bit disappointed. The young guy woke up immediately. He was so scared that started tremble. The IlluGuy felt guilty...He was just a child...so he went in front of him...and gave him a hand with a big smile. The boy took his hands and stood up...then the priest covered the boy with the blancket and took the object. "It has the same colour of your eyes..." Said the child. The priest stopped..That boy was the first who saw his eyes without glasses. Zenobi was walking faster. The village was still deep in the silence. Everything seems stopped in time...

3 commenti:

Marco ha detto...

Beh, però, c'è da dire che a rileggerla "tutta di un fiato", al di là degli errori, è bella no? :)
Per essere nata all'impronta! :)

Hihi Gran bel lavoro Dave! :D

dario ha detto...

Hihi non andate a tradurre su google. Su Davide la traduzione è abb. corretta ma su Marcolì OMG ho trovato un pò di casotto ...

Marco ha detto...

Hihih! :D
Ma io non scrivo in inglese da secoli. QUando l'ho riletta l'altro giorno ho trovato una serie di errori colours-colors / three-tree
verbi coniugati a caso a seconda se mi suonavano bene o male.
Però l'importante è che si capisca...
Si capisce?! :D
Saluti!