La Ruth a "Qui a casa torna":

Catalan:

El meu paper, a l’obra de “Qui a casa torna” de Harold Pinter, la Ruth, torna a casa dels USA a Anglaterra, a l’antic barri marginal on ella hi havia passat la seva infància i part de l’adolescència. N’està tipa del seu bo, correcte i brillant comportament de dona perfecta,muller, i mare. Torna als origens. Aquesta foto m’hi va fer pensar força. Aquests dies, aquells que veniu a veure l’obra, potser la podríeu identificar amb ella també. Veniu-nos a veure i la Ruth i la resta de la companyia estarem molt orgullosos d’ensenyar-vos el que fem. Espero que us agradi. Amb amor, Karme.

English:

My role, at the "Homecoming"'s play, by Harold Pinter, Ruth, is coming back from USA to England to her old and poor neighbourhood , where she lived during her childhood and part of her adolescence. She's fed up of her good, correct and brilliant role of perfect woman, wife and mum. She comes back to the origins. This picture made me think a lot about her. These days, the ones you come to see the play, maybe you could be identified with too. Come to see us and Ruth and the rest of the company we will be proud to show you what we do. I hope you enjoy it. With love, Karme.

Poem to Sergi López

Oh Sergi López!
I definitly loved you once
I saw you in Japan,
listening your sounds
inside that subway
and then playing
like a child
on your "Non Solum "
on the stage.

Oh Sergi López,
Today you're like
a platonic dream
like Petra falling
in love on the
Fassbinder's movie.

Oh Sergi López,
howmany French actresses
studying with you
in the Jacques Lecoq
school have wished to
be your Juliet?

Oh Sergi López
I dream of being your
little rabbit
and dancing the Mina's song
"Città vuota" on the stage.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9JRzC7PS3Dk&feature=share

Oh Sergi López,
I know you're married,
but even so
you'll be one of my
favourite Catalan actors
playing in screens and
stages.

Oh Sergi López

You’re sexy mother fucker

And I like you that way.

Words for an unknown boy.

Sweet tender and unknown boy

You have enlightened my life that day

In a crazy and bizarre place,

Like two strangers but known as well . .

I felt like a Cinderella who knew that

magic would finish at dawn

Sweet tender and unknown boy,

how happy you made me feel

that day. Inside a taxi

talking about things

that I never had imagined

I’d talk to an unknown. .

And now you remain

in my mind like if you

were a star or an angel,

a dream able to fly ..

Fly far from the earth

to caress the shining

Stars.

Sweet tender and unknown boy

you made my day that night *

                                                                               

Battements des météorites -

Dans le noir de la nuit

sous les battements des étoiles brillantes

elle entendait leurs coeurs s’éteindre.

Des explosions de météorites

dont leurs sons arrivaient

comme des restes psycho phoniques`

aérés dans l’espace.

Des palpitations d’âmes perdues

au-delà de l’univers.

Des âmes qui avaient quitté leur 

planète auparavant.

Des nouvelles de plusieurs médias

de plusieurs siècles.

Des voix de radio, et de newspapers.

Des battements de gens

qu’elle ne connaissait guère.

Mais qui la rapprochaient 

d’une humanité perdue

Dans le caos d’une nuit 

angoissante et qui

lui traversaient le cerveau

en lui perçant le cœur - by moi. Bonjour à vous tous*

New rehearsal or put a Pinter in your life.

Today we've started to rehearse "HOMECOMING" by Harold Pinter.

I remember I've worked only once Pinter at school and it wasn't easy at all, but I am not scared. 

I feel very attracted by my character, Ruth, and while I was reading the play for the first time, a part of me, Karme, had the feeling to talk to her and tell her to be strong, and fight against the rest of the characters but this is something that happens to me very often when I read a play that I really like. 

Then, I understand that the characters have their own life and that as an actress I can't pretend to let her know how she should be or how she should act cause I don't know her! I don't know anything about her life, her past, her sadness, or her loneliness. 

That's why I feel I've a piece of art between my hands that I've to respect. And try to be involved deeply and slowly like when you want to do something without being discovered. 

Yesterday, alone, at home, after having read the play several times I have started playing with a mask, trying to imagine her. Maybe some of yours you will think that I am crazy, but it helps me to get closer to the role. It was just a game, or a test. Now, the rest is in the universe, like floating in space, written there, by Pinter ,to be discovered and try to know her. 

Thanks and "Rettet die Walle" :)

Very often and thanks to this beautiful work whenever you expect it the less you receive the proposition to be involved in a marvelous project without expecting it and you suddenly have the opportunity to meet great artists and travel and the magic happens and flows and you feel that you're creating something beautiful with them and then you wish strongly that it never finish like when you're watching one of your favorite movies or when you're reading a book that you don’t want it finish or when you meet a beloved friend that you didn't see since long time ago. .

Yesterday I came back from a marvelous and beautiful place where horses whisper you words of love into your ears and fairies are swimming in the cold Atlantic Ocean always listening to Sigúr Ros in the truck while seeing beautiful landscapes  and getting involved by the creativity of everyone of yours .. the actresses, a crazy and creative photographer, the art director, a mad cartoonist. . and always laughing and having fun like when children they use to do when they play . . then you feel that UFOS can exist and you’re part of that HAPPINESS ..

Sometimes when I don't work as an actress and then suddenly, it happens I only can be GRATEFUL to all this wonderful artists to give me the opportunity to create beside them.

                                                       

   *Constanza Manescau*

 and Jerry my boyfriend and our hero.

       Thanks for SHARING your LOVE for the ART  

      and "Rettet die Wale"!!!

*Constanza*Xavi*Laura*Marta*Alejandra*Natalie*the HORSES* Pere Vall* and Sigur Rós* :)

"GERMAN LIGHTS" by Pol Guillen in Berlin : )

These were my feelings in Berlin while our country was being "rescued" by Merkel:

This time I worte it in Spanish. Everything I felt was too strong and new at the same time : )

Ya he vuelto y no paro de pensar

en lo que estos días he vivido sin parar:

Una casa llena de artistas con ideas a rebosar,

y mi cabeza en mil sitios que no paraba de maquinar.

Pienso en vosotros a quienes conocí,

Y las muchas ganas de hacer cosas que mostrasteis y no parabais de vivir.

Gente de todas partes, sin importar de dónde venís,

pues las ganas eran muchas

y ningún político te decía “oye mira, no vayas por ahí´”.

Coreanos, alemanes, valencianos y catalans,

y una pibona de Cadaques que me hablaba en alemán.

Muchas eran las ganas de crear sin pensar

en que nuestro país, lejos de España Merkel iba a rescatar.

Os admiro por luchar y buscar vuestra oportunidad,

ya que nuestro país se sumerge en la ignorancia

y nunca está claro nos va a dar.

Gracias, gracias, por esos momentos y noches

mágicas que quisiteis compartir :

lejos de BerlínEn mi corazón os llevaré siempre un “poquitín”.

p.s.: y ahora perdonad tanta rima pero el CID en franchute me acabo de “tragar”

así que como comprenderéis de otro modo ahora mismo¡¡no puedo hablar!! : )

MY DEATH IN BERLIN.

Es war kalt, aber ich war glücklich :)