My Computer and I

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"Living containers and cases of death, the sign of a wound that weakens us or makes us much stronger, a minute of life before thousand centuries of death, they are vital signs that are leading us a container after another towards that stone case which surrounds us death"

Vessels of Life and Death Cases.

Among all the literary genres that I practice there is one which evades me, who inspires me, that I recreated and that amuses me, this genre is without any shadow of doubt the theatre. An ideal to be able to describe genre moments comical and dramatic imagination flies and between act and act arises always the spark of improvisation.

"My Computer and Me" mixes reality with fiction, in the work one character writes a tale and draws other characters who come to life itself escaping from the mind of the author, theatre within theatre, mixed with the most fantastic fantasy reality and where the real characters disguise themselves with that golden suit of absolute fiction.

With Total Eclipse of the Heart chords continues to rise the mini curtain, onstage Sandra Wilson seated in front of your computer performs a drawing that is taking shape in the large monitor that presides over the scene, suddenly a conversation window that opens on the screen..."Hello Beautiful", Sandra minimizes the drawing page, rises, grab a cigarette and then answer to Paul.

Sandra says:

Hello.

Paul says:

What are you up to?

Sandra says:

You you think?

Paul says:

I do not know...

Sandra says:

Hahahahahahahaha!

Paul says: Oleeeeeeeeeeee!

Sandra says:

I am finishing a cyber drawing to illustrate my new story.

Paul says:

That going?

Sandra says:

The story or drawing?

Paul says:

Both things.

Sandra says:

No you can't you wait to publish it?

Paul says:

BUUUAAAA!

Sandra says:

OK, it was only a joke, I tell you:

The story revolves about a girl lost in a world of horrors, a world without tenderness and where its inhabitants have a rock instead of their hearts, the girl has a friend, a Fox old, lame and wounded by the criminal hands of the inhabitants of this dark world. In the illustration the girl with a magic wand between your hands becomes his enemies Scorpions while Fox crushes them against the rocks.

Paul says:

Amazing!

I look forward to reading it!

Sandra says:

Hahahahahahaha!

First I have to finish it and with so much disruption...

I doubt it...

Paul says:

GREEEEEEEE!

Sandra says:

Do you... do you do?

Paul says:

Apart from thinking about you?

Sandra says:

That say it all.

Paul says:

I am downloading music and song and song study a tutorial on the properties of the synthetic chard in metabolism, ultimately I am... bored.

Sandra says:

Yesterday in the global news, they said that they have lowered levels of pollution, but it is still dangerous to go outside.

Paul says:

What are you eating today?

Sandra says:

I have some leftovers in the fridge, the 3D printer has spoiled me and until you do not receive the new model I do not materialize no online menu.

Paul says:

We are mice in a laboratory, we depend on technology to everything can you imagine that it would happen if they fail the satellites?

Sandra says:

I prefer not to think about it, but it is also true that human beings always depend on anything, even the air we breathe.

I have to leave.

Paul says:

BUUUAAAA!

Sandra says:

I have many things yet to be finished, wash, faience last night and is going the morning flying, then I conectaré me again…but to make not you it very long wait will send the illustration and you copy a piece of Fox and I.

The Red Fox laughed out loud while three White rabbits played the drum under the ancient tree, the old one-eyed cat looked at the scene trying to not clash, Leticia knew that everything was a dream and that nothing was real, but I also knew that in each of the small hearts of all the characters in the dream was hosted his mortal heart, and with eyes full of tears Leticia came out of hiding and started to dance with them.

Paul says:

I do not know? A bit hard for a child audience.

Sandra says:

Do you think?

I think that the truth is never hard and is not more let them know people from childhood.

Paul says:

You always have reason, I still remember when you listed the catastrophe and the epic of the great Galactic sect, I will wait to read the end and so I can say with more discretion.

Sandra says:

Kisses.

The character logs and Love Missile F1-11 follows Begins Sputnik Begins to sound from the speakers of the mini room, Sandra striving with the mouse while the illustration is taking shape in the large monitor that presides over the mini stage decoration, once completed, with the verses dedicated to the presence...the mini red velvet curtain goes down.

Goodbye presence,

You will be,

Innocence,

Returns the fear and

The heart trembles.

Hello absence,

You arrive,

The sadness,

Returns the zeal and

the passion grows.

Goodbye presence,

It comes and goes,

Indulgence,

You're a creed and,

My hope of salvation.

Lucas Lazar. Telling Stories.

PS:

A dream story to devote himself to two of my favorite creators, Mr Anselmo and SparrowSong.

"Truth, obsession, anger, protest, love, betrayal, hate, music, dance, ritual and lying have firm and fertile ground among the tables of a theatre, theater... from Plautus to Tennessee Williams, Shakespeare, Lorca and Calderón has always been an inexhaustible mine of inspiration, the reality and the theatre still being very different drink from the same source, the life and imagination of the authors"

Vessels of Life and Death Cases.

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