Your eyes are a sea whose magic has no banks:
And now, with the storm of change reaching its climax, the ship of my life has tilted and deviated from its course. I have lost control of its rudder and sails amidst the vortex of daily routine, which our opposing circumstances wanted to come between me and my husband, Harib, most of the time. Each of us has the features of his day that are different from the other, and after my dreams were painting in my imagination a picture of complete compatibility. We have day and night, but the winds rarely bring what the ships desire.
كل يوم هو فرصة لتصنع شيئا جديدا لنفسك. ضع هاتفك جانبا وأمسك قلما رصاصا. أعط نفسك مساحة. الإنترنت لن يذهب لأي مكان ابدأ بصفحة واحدة في المرة وستُفاجأ من القدر .
Life is a drama, and drama is a drama within this drama, and most of it talks about this drama that emerges from it, and the process of acting is the enemy of this drama. The more we are honest in presenting this drama, and the more we are spontaneous, the more we seem real, and the exact opposite is true. When you look like you are acting, you will be closer to failure, and farther away from the audience’s love. Even a clown must clown with sincerity and spontaneity that makes him appear real. Our example is Charlie Chaplin, who used clown tools in all his roles that people know, and the audience interacted with the humanitarian issues that he raised and sympathized with them. .
We all know that what is presented on the screen are nothing but events that have no basis, so we think, but why do we follow them if we believe that? We follow it because we are in fact the heroes of this drama: its author, director, actor, and the rest of its makers speak in our name, act for us, and represent us at the same time, and when we follow them we are watching ourselves, or details from it.
This collection presents a group of stories that attempt to approach the worlds of drama in one way or another, in writing and acting.
Under the roof of a modest hostel in a poor neighborhood in the Chilean capital, a strange group of guests meets, including workers, trade unionists, students, traffic police, and performance artists. Let them all witness the last days of the rule of the Popular Union headed by Salvador Allende, before the bloody coup led by General Pinochet took place and changed the history of Chile forever. Thus, this hostel turns into something similar to an operations room through which some Chilean leftists try to protect the socialist government and stand up to fascism. And among all of them, Arturo, the braggart and virginal football player, coming from the south to the capital, and burdened with dreams of fame and unsatisfied desires, tries to discover himself and determine his position on everything that is happening around him.
“I Dreamed That the Snow Was Burning” is the first novel by Chilean writer Antonio Scarmeta, and one of his most important works. In it, the features of a special, diverse style are established in terms of rhythms and narrative techniques, in which imagination blends with reality, and in which sarcastic humor alleviates the harshness of dramatic events. The book is a living document of the dialogues, conflicts, and popular mood that prevailed in Chile at the most pivotal moments in its history.
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