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The night of the fireworks on the evening of trumpets. A phone call at six in the morning, come on, is burning the Petruzzelli. The theater was dying to open his mouth to the sky incredible Ottobrata Bari, and we know that the sun and death have never gotten along.
sparks and smoke erupted, poor brand tarnished, that he had been the glory of triumph and arrogance. We have already talked about years ago in the litany of painful anniversaries that should not be: it's too easy to say that this morning we knew that nothing would be the same again.

lost innocence - Seventeen years later, has not changed. We realized that something had gone forever, an innocence that would not be returned. How beautiful youth who runs away but, ah de 'Medici. First one would run away. And we looked lost in the silence of words in fact. And we looked Lost Without speaking a word of fact. Did not deserve it, someone would say banal as they say of a friend who is leaving us. But at the same time it was as if we realize that we would not have lost only a theater, is emotion lived together. Someone hide the tears with shame, others roamed stragglers, like when you do not want to believe. Others were still missing and ask questions to do: and now? We kissed like a funeral. But we knew that, after the moment of collective celebration, the big hug, maybe we would have more variety. The large family would not have been reconstructed from mourning, it would have been dispersed.
And then the time, the weather, perhaps we would have wasted time and wasted time would we. Supreme Shakespeare. Timely way. The burning of the Petruzzelli has shattered the city, as well as the walls still dazzled by the flashes of art. This writer, wrote, and it confirms, even more now that the big event approaches. Petruzzelli live, the Petruzzelli reborn. But how? Reborn from the suffering of a great fire creep. But who knows when it will truly be reborn from the bonfire of vanities, resolution of disputes, the poisons of the interests that have filled the worst years of his life more than it has filled the fever of the yard, the thrill of the long vigil, the time of the advent . In short, if it arises again, should not be born already a bit 'old.

it impossible - Why the incredible secret that conquered the world of the theater was the youthful thoughtlessness of a handful of fools who, not knowing that the thing was impossible, they did. A Levantine life energy that resembled that of those who had wanted to build the theater long ago. The most authentic DNA of a city that's always invent one. Thirsting to do. You had to know those four cats, four cats really passionate but more competent and innovators of many pundits to be haughty salons. Who knew them almost not believe in the face of pletroriche cohorts of modern theaters, the elephantine apparatus as ministries. More signs that the Petruzzelli offered excitations. Rather than applause, excited amazement. A contagious enthusiasm and light as the wind, had Martha Graham, did not think twice to get Bejart. And then, always daring to be foolish, the names most stratospheric: Roland Petit, Lindsay Kemp, Liza Minnelli, Frank Sinatra, Rudolf Nureyev, Barishnikov, Eduardo De Filippo, Dario For, Strehler, Ronconi, Kantor, Peter Book, Muti, Maazel, Sinopoli , Rotropovich, Uto Ughi, Pavarotti, Carreras, Moni Ovadia, Carmelo Bene, Ray Charles, Pina Bausch, Carolyn Carlson, Carla Fracci, Momix, Jorge Donn, the Bolshoi, Juliette Greek, Zizi Jeanmarie, von Karajan. And we kept to the 'first' European or world here, not to scale or at the Metropolitan.
THE FLAG OF Toughness - A long ride without a breath, a scramble in Bari, the international press are vented from the strong pace of quell'impunito of unexpected drama. Then the guests have gone down to Bari only commiseration. For Petruzzelli finally punished. And Punta Perotti. Revenge. And moralizing antimeridionale nerd. Deep down he liked. Outstanding Bari, Puglia, but also at the bottom, in a ruin and a cottage. Together with our complex, "as we were," the futile search of lost time, the infinite longing of one who yearns for a weary time now finished, such as those unable to understand that beauty fades when you can flourish otherwise. An alibi for the mourners in the city martyr, "Petruzzelli or death." But if a wicked hand had scored the darkness of the time lapse, Bari did not live only of hair torn out. Other than "big" release of the North.
also why, after a night of fireworks on the evening of the trumpet is quite enchanted evening of violins, but fairly happy, exciting and serene. In short, without the air that is all hanging on the Bari Petruzzelli, that his beautiful and progressive destiny depend only on that curtain, as if there were and there were no others. And if you must put a flag on the stage, is that of a city that despite everything we did it with its civic virtues of tenacity. A city that in no way refer soul. And waving a flag for each one of us because then they know how the people of Bari. They go to the heart, not rhetoric. But unfortunately, would be able to fucking throw down again the theater while dropping those on stage.

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Lino Patruno
"La Gazzetta del Mezzogiorno" - 08/11/2008