Vestígio: Livro, flores e lenço

De Pedro Moreira Nt

Drama ou tragicomédia ou simplesmente um teatro que é narrativa. Em Vestígio estão cenas sérias. E a seriedade cômica em signos da vida coo os objetos 'livro, flores e lenço' integram a cena para ilustrar e determinar os acontecimentos.
A leitura, enquanto narrativa de obra teatral mostra o equilíbrio e desequilíbrio das relações. O amor que caminha por toda história trás temas contemporâneos sobre gênero, sobre a vida a dois, sobre encontros e despedidas, a perda de sentido.
Equilibrar essas tensões de desejo e introspecção faz com que tudo ande rápido. Que nada fique estanque. A narrativa é fluída e constante.
Eles se conhecem, eles se amam na medida que sejam esperança, e ao mesmo tempo possa mostrar o testemunho de amor encontrado e perdido.
E é para sempre, na história que os vestígios permanecem. Os sons de fundo que produzem efeitos e indicam situações ambivalentes. Momentos sociais, culturais, políticos também mostram-se como vestígios que o drama revela.

• Idioma: Português
• Editora: Pedro Moreira Nt
• Data de lançamento: 28 de mai. de 2017
• ISBN: 9781370831166

Pedro Moreira Nt

Who I am Pedro Moreira Nt I have been a writer since infancy; my father influenced me with reasonable asks to do that the best possible, and my mother, too, read to me, I have been a writer since infancy; my father influenced me with reasonable asks to do that the best possible, and my mother, too, read to me, and at both comes a song walking my mind, sweetness and lovely goodness. I am critical of that; I desire to create a mist of essay, but my preference for poem structure and sensibility do not long of art. So, I seek romanticizing concepts and developing a new sense of literature that happens in its movement. I leave it to the reader to do part of that; they create a truthful text and can do a good book. It is the interpretation, the way, a leap beyond what a word says, transforming our lives when they share. My first writings, chronic stories, participated in my soul. It was extremely critical and sarcastic about what I saw from reality. I am talking of a fifties age period behind. In a position about what I developed, my evolution was more toward apparent expressionism and realism with wave poetical intermain. I do not know, and I am a writer by chance by life. I wait to create something more dense and fragile so that a reader can discover more insight and make the story. I write all day. I threw out many texts, books, and theatre, left at home friends, gave up on other works, abandoned along the path, and presented in different ways when it was impossible. I have not had a time in which I did not have difficulties showing my art, or I was, for some reason, prohibited from showing, or people made oyster faces and bodies, seeing down shoes, putting me out because, beyond writing, I talk. And when I speak, I create conflict with conceptualistic people. I am intervenient into the academy and ideological corpus, into radicalism free. I am more definitive when I believe in what I say and highly flexible when people do not know what I am saying. My themes are variant, and many circumstances bring me a gift, a motive to write. I wrote in Portuguese two books that I like, "Lirio" - Lille, and "O Peixinho do Pantanal" - The Little Fish from Pantanal (Wetlands), and both meant creation, jump to beyond, overcome, transformation social and personal release. From that, I wrote other books seeking to show different meanings throughout of phantasy necessary, and it to parents an...

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Ato único em múltiplas cenas em um tempo indeterminado.

Trazem o banco e o colocam na cena. Saem e retornam calmos, quietos. Ela o percebe, olhos de viés, finge mudar os passos, volta-se como que nada. Ele a acompanha lendo e ameaça sentar no banco. Enquanto ainda segura o livro, move páginas. Lúcia e Lauro entreolham-se. Desviam o olhar. Olhos que procuram olhos. Ela passa por ele. E ele