need to know the wood of the door,
the League of bars,
determine the exact shade of color? A
become so great experts, there is a risk they always
diseases. If you really want to get out of jail
, quit immediately, perhaps with
voice, becomes a song. "
(Patrizia Cavalli, from 'The "I own my singular')
Yes, to become so large it threatens to become attached to the experts 'knowledge', to 'know' and therefore you may lose that core of energy that we said and still say dim "I want to get out of jail." Often, the prison becomes the home and without even greater awareness of this we are delighted to furnish it with such grace and passion. The directivity of the words of Patricia Cavalli said: "If you want to get out of jail, get out immediately, perhaps with the voice, it becomes a song." Like, if you want to feel good becomes the one who wants to feel good, it becomes who you are and you ask yourself at this time, become what you want to become, becomes the rage, it becomes the joy becomes shame, is the body with an immeasurable wisdom that knows what you now need express ..! if its the action taken or the passage does not stand with the environmental report, express, it becomes a movement, a position, a cooking recipe, a dance, a phrase, a look, a song .. and sing it to whomever you want Do not forget you. Play! those words suggest. And it is fascinating to see how this poem expresses the core truth ammutolente of everything that happens in Gestalt, for example in a group where so many people crowded together and maybe barefoot on a carpet and pillows, put a little bit here and a little bit as they want , help and go to cry, sing, to cry, to create! .. Like in a space where the limit is still determined by the person himself and his others live: freedom, responsibility, and expressivity. Want to know why you so? No, diventalo first of all, perhaps amplificalo .. how are you? Per-who are you? You feel to be here right now? Look around, you're so in the midst of others, you can do? And the way to a pinch of ever-new knowledge and motion detectors.
With Horses poet, thanks to Samuel for me (so he likes to be called) and an afternoon in late August, I filled the soul with the words of his poems, and I was looking at the case andandomene in its train a Gestalt workshop in Rome! Samuel had the naughty step to getting involved in chat by InterCity compartment. Today the transport of horses my books almost everywhere, every time I read The Guardian with a feather burning in the chest and once in the bowels .. reminds me of love, what we pursue and chase like a predator that invades and with whom I want to walk, which has the grace of a fairy and the wisdom of Nature, the color of the first violets of spring, the space of becoming , the irreverence of a Primula .. And this applies to me and to the other, I once again to the Gestalt, that self with which to feast.
Andrea
Patrizia Cavalli lives in Rome, was born in Todi in 1947
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