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Leo for a while
Created on 2001-06-14 00:42:45 (#181382), last updated 2009-11-25
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| Name: | Leo for a While |
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| Birthdate: | 04-10 |
| Location: | Rio de Janeiro, Brazil |
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waitsfortherain@gmail.comAs a small child I had this book I cared for more than anything in life. It was called L'Opera de la Lune and it was about a boy who was friends with the moon. She (in French, like in Portuguese, the moon is always feminine) took the boy on a journey to see a theatre where the curtain never fell. Anytime you went there something was always happening on the stage. I was absolutely enthralled by the story. More firmly than I have ever believed anything else, I believed I was the boy in the moon. I don't mean it as a symbol. I actually believed I was that boy. If it really is true that we go through life making up characters for ourselves and for others, then perhaps I was. Perhaps the boy in the moon is the closest I ever got to having an identity of my own.
My name is Leonardo and I'm an actor in Brazil (more about that here). I also do translation work. I don't believe there ever was an actor who really knew why he or she took to it in the first place. Or a translator. Or a tramp. I suspect it must have something to do with the sounds that came through the window in the beginning. Like some old lady playing the piano in the house next door. You don't know anymore if it's memory or imagination. Maybe it's both, like when you're on the stage or in front of a camera. Or hovering between two languages. But then this can be my madness, not other people's. Whatever.
I've been in 19 stage productions, 26 TV shows (usually in bit parts as a foreigner of some sort), and three films. I live in Rio, where I was born. Sometimes my work takes me to Sao Paulo. I wish it would take me to lots of other places.
There was a time when I didn't think much about it, but then it sort of dawned on me that it's for a while that we folks are whatever we may be. Soon it's time to play another part until the clouds move on and the season is over. Stuff like that comes to your mind when you are little. That's the time when you look at the clouds and feel that they, not the events around you, are setting the tempo. When you've grown up, or think you have, it starts looking as if you have forgotten all about it. But you will soon find out you haven't. People never lose track of having once realized that it's only for a while that we folks are whatever we may be. Although most people choose to go through life as if they belived otherwise, we folks don't forget stuff that came to our minds when we were little.
As far as any sense at all can be made of such ramblings, I may be some guy named Leo, who was born and has always lived in Rio, fragments of whose life are being preserved in a journal. But that's only for a while. That's why I think there was no other way to call the journal. It had to be Leo for a While, the absolutely fascinating thing about it being that someone reading this may say, "Blah, blah, blah ... What an awful lot of horseshit." And he/she may be right.
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veshadana: "Do not steal! Be yourself".
My name is Leonardo and I'm an actor in Brazil (more about that here). I also do translation work. I don't believe there ever was an actor who really knew why he or she took to it in the first place. Or a translator. Or a tramp. I suspect it must have something to do with the sounds that came through the window in the beginning. Like some old lady playing the piano in the house next door. You don't know anymore if it's memory or imagination. Maybe it's both, like when you're on the stage or in front of a camera. Or hovering between two languages. But then this can be my madness, not other people's. Whatever.
I've been in 19 stage productions, 26 TV shows (usually in bit parts as a foreigner of some sort), and three films. I live in Rio, where I was born. Sometimes my work takes me to Sao Paulo. I wish it would take me to lots of other places.
There was a time when I didn't think much about it, but then it sort of dawned on me that it's for a while that we folks are whatever we may be. Soon it's time to play another part until the clouds move on and the season is over. Stuff like that comes to your mind when you are little. That's the time when you look at the clouds and feel that they, not the events around you, are setting the tempo. When you've grown up, or think you have, it starts looking as if you have forgotten all about it. But you will soon find out you haven't. People never lose track of having once realized that it's only for a while that we folks are whatever we may be. Although most people choose to go through life as if they belived otherwise, we folks don't forget stuff that came to our minds when we were little.
As far as any sense at all can be made of such ramblings, I may be some guy named Leo, who was born and has always lived in Rio, fragments of whose life are being preserved in a journal. But that's only for a while. That's why I think there was no other way to call the journal. It had to be Leo for a While, the absolutely fascinating thing about it being that someone reading this may say, "Blah, blah, blah ... What an awful lot of horseshit." And he/she may be right.
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DISCLAIMER - Nothing is being written in Leo for a While's LiveJournal with the specific and/or premeditated aim of offending or causing harm of any kind to any individuals or groups. Should that inadvertently happen, the author will immediately place an apology and, within reason, agree to edit out the passage in question.
COPYRIGHT TERMS REGARDING THE WEB - The Content of Leo for a While's Live Journal is the sole intellectual property of its author, unless otherwise stated. Search engines (e.g. Google, Yahoo, Altavista, etc.), sites as a whole, homepages, or any such web-directed vehicles are hereby authorized to freely reproduce any part of The Content without the need of contacting its author. The authorization contained in this paragraph applies strictly to web-directed vehicles.
COPYRIGHT TERMS REGARDING PRINTED MEDIA AND/OR OTHER KIND OF MEDIA - As regards the reproduction of Leo for a While's LiveJournal in print, be it in book form, magazines, newspapers, or any other kind of printed medium, as well as adaptations to any kind of medium that is not web-directed, copyright laws and general rules are to be unconditionally observed. No part of The Content may be reproduced in print or through any kind of medium that is not web-directed without the prior permission of the author, who quotes fellow LiveJournal user
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