And here, where the first Portuguese words are introduced they mean Impossible Cities but such translation is not used in my title once it is the title of a play I just see hours ago. From my long absence in the blog (I present here my apologies for all the fans and my three followers :) ) I reappear with this urge already flowing through all my veins, all my thoughts until my finger tips due to all the blend of emotions created during my attendance in the audience. It is performed by a bunch of young amateur actors, do not misunderstood the word ‘amateur’ once they are very talented, part of the so called ‘Novo Núcleo Teatro’. Introduction made to the group, back to the play. Obviously I will not present a thorough description of all the action/acts but the first word crossing my mind to describe it, is beautiful. Not in its visual meaning of something that your eyes focus once some messy scenarios are presented, but beautiful in all the humoristic interventions mixed with genuine and personal feelings together with a bit of tenderness and effusive passion. As you mentally travel, in all different scenarios, within yourself, you remember your past trying to invoke it from the deepest hidden moment. Moments that you rarely remember because they were years ago but still are part of you; and the same easy way time presses our experiences deeper they will always define a little bit of you and left a smile on your face when you remember them, just for pure nostalgia...
The music still floating in my head... ‘Look at me...’...
