
SQUARES ENCHANTED
Why perform on a stage alone, when you can have three? Can best spell,
not? The magic that you want to tell come true on Friday at 21, Night of the specialties.
Three squares, all three of theater folklore timeless. But first things first.
The day was long and intense. At 11 am, representatives from airlines, to away
Pradandons, received complimentary olive trees typical of Friuli. A sign of peace
, the seal of friendship and cooperation between Tarcento and the rest of the world,
hard, is conserved. As the life of this special plant. With
a trick jump to highlight.
Piazza Roma, 21 hours, the sky holds, there's finally summer air. There are also artists
Ecuador. It 's time for them to leave their mark, to consolidate its
style in front of the public. They do. And great. The women are elegant, with the typical headgear
fell on his head, in the first choreography. They look like tulips blowing in the wind. Then go up the men. Men
made of bells. They move in rhythm with the women-tulip. They sing and rattle, a rattlesnake
triumph. The show is the first taste of magic, which opens to the flag-wavers and gentlemen. From Cori
with love. The Italian masters of the sign does not disappoint, reproduce show from a medieval
breath. Period of courts and courtiers, knights to single combat. Under the tent,
a shower of applause. Chapeau.
Market Square, same time. It 's time the Ossetians. The performance leaves all of
stucco. There is nothing of austerity, solemn, the night before. This time, their dance is
a glittering sparkle of knives. Shake them, the dancers, dressed in black and red bandana.
throws them on the wooden stage, and stick there, behind the cries of the warriors. Dangerous.
Exciting. A hint of sweetness at the entrance of the charming ladies of the East. Then
still a show of force. Two dancers in the form of an angel, alone on stage. Ali
white one, black for the other. The good and evil that challenge, on tiptoe, with strokes of music. Hot
revolutionary Ossetia. Meanwhile, Mexico's Colima serene waiting backstage.
Far from being nervous. Proved by the entries, which give the violins. They are light as air. Moreover,
lived an unforgettable afternoon. They performed in front of a special public.
Guests of the home of Sapphire Tarcento. A chorus of voices in the solo stroking a pair of
bailarines, under the gaze of the elderly kidnapped. Finally he started crying
emotion. The Mexicans.
to contend the stage in Freedom Square, New Caledonia and Spain. If the Mako Faiva
Mata-Utu made my blood boil in his veins more than anyone, with their sound
tribal and deep, the Andalusian Cadiz have chosen to send the paper dell'habanera
speed up the tarcentini. A boss once again, the fans, as white as the heels of
mujeres. Both the flamenco in this unusual setting of the Alps and valleys on the horizon, is now at home.
Now who breaks the most, the spell?
Daniele Treu
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