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Carlos
Drummond de Andrade
In
the middle of the road there was a stone there
was stone in the middle of the road there
was a stone in
the middle of the road there was a stone. I'll
never forget that episode in
the life of my over-fatigued retinas. I'll
never forget that in the middle of the road there
was a stone. there
was a stone in the middle of the road in
the middle of the road there was a stone.
Martha
Medeiros
The road is this:
Dudo Machado, Wandering Theater For three years they'd been doing the same play. The success was so great and the requests from small towns so many that they decided to tour. But their travels, against what they'd hoped, worked to accentuate the tiresome routine of those always identical representations. To divert themselves the actors went embellishing each time in more and more improvised stretches until, little by little, the story and the characters began to change. By the end, the piece had transformed itself. But the audience didn't seem to notice this total change. No one complained, the enthused public accepted this other drama represented, and of course the presence of the famous actors. And the actors felt reinvigorated. The secret of the metamorphosis acted like a pact to strengthen the knot between them.
that again again
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