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These fashion shows that Pippo D'Elbono uses to write his theater, I still adopt them as a manifesto
We are on January 2nd 2014
I am here, at the end of the bed
She too, under the hot water of the 10th room, finally gathered
Through the window is Marébasse
The sun cuts all kinds of motifs under the sea
Wild birds aligned, canary parrots frozen in the sand
The sun reflected on a square of the island in front
Marébasse
I am here, as magic
Recognizing to offer myself in the morning like this one
In the blood of my life, free of all constraints
The poverty as the ultimate force
To do with the door of my hand, but to do
To make an urgent film, to make beauty and poetry
To sit my desire to live, to assume it, to realize it
To propose routes, to understand and to look at
Diapo is this, a complete freedom
Once a week, for a year, this is the only constraint
Filming life in all its forms, whatever comes
All is calm, the storm is gone, the sky is almost orange
The real cashmere, promises of our individual lives
All is calm, the storm is gone, the sky is almost orange
The real cashmere, promises of our individual lives
Diapo has wanted to renew the comment, has loved empathy
Has lived cinema, has crossed the lives of others
It has erred situations into situations
All is calm, the storm is gone, the sky is almost orange
The real cashmere, promises of our individual lives
