Notes From The Backstage
- Atlanta, Georgia, U.S.A.
- September 12
- I've seen amazing things, both sublime and ridiculous. Also, I've been somehow a participant in the sublime, and an unwilling observer of the ridiculous. Sometimes it is the other way around. In order to adjust myself to reality, I must put it into fiction. I hope this makes sense.
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It's all about storytelling. I recorded, edited and wrote the English captions for this video produced by our company for Lifting Latina Voices Initiative. Again, I am in a love relationship with storytelling, indeed!
Simone was almost screaming. “Marcello, I am not going to let you do this to me.”
“What are you talking about, amore mio?” Marcello said in discombobulation.
It was yet another misunderstanding, a story within a story. A palimpsest of a woman, Marcello thought, an overla… Read full post »
"She was hot," I say.
"Yes. She reminds me of a blonde Monica Bellucci. I had to let her go that night, though."
"Why? What happened?"
PRELUDE AND AN OMEN TO MARCELLO’S NEW
As he leaves his condo early in the morning, Marcello can anticipate the four-year long overdue meeting with his destiny.
Walking down the corridor to the elevator, Marcello realizes it may be even harder than he thought. Yes, it will… Read full post »
Back when I was a child I liked to play with stuffed animals. Memories of my playful childhood prompted me to come up with a silly story involving Kermit The Frog and his assassin. I figured a silly story can work as a visual storytelling exercise. That’s the only reason behind… Read full post »
No matter what Marcello says, Giulia is not going to accept it.
“You are yelling and you are mad at me. Why are you doing this, Giulia? We made love this morning right before I made you breakfast, ferchrissake. What the hell is going on with you?”
“For the… Read full post »
"So, how long have you been banging my
This was not supposed to happen. This was not what Marcello had in mind. He was supposed to meet with the mystery woman at the bistro to say –Goodbye, it was fun while it lasted, thank you for helping me fulfill… Read full post »
“In their rememberings are their truths.”
— Studs Terkel, Hard Times
Elizabeth (former lover): Let’s just call it karma. Marcello won’t give you what you want. Then he won’t get what he expects. Granted, he’s an awesome lover, far beyond y… Read full post »
By Boris Trucco
Marcello is watching Kate from a distance. She looks so radiant in white. Her smile invites to celebrate beauty, Marcello thinks.
Marcello is smiling, too. But his smile is inviting memories.
One week ago today Marcello saw Kate for the first time.
Marcello was finishing… Read full post »
By Boris Trucco
Marcello opens his eyes when the morning is leaving, the April sun rays surfing through the bay window and bathing the bedroom of a lone man. Marcello, his hand groping for another hand between the sheets, only finds a cold 400-thread-count emptiness.
Marcello… Read full post »
I can see regret in Marcello's eyes. Regret for the kind of love that could have been but was not.
"Jordan. I had to let go of her. I had to… Read full post »
By Marcello Rubini
know you fool, you never can win
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
But each time I do, just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
cause I’ve got you under my skin
“How can I put it –I fell for her, Marcello. Okay, it… Read full post »
Is it a dream?
All of a sudden, Marcello wakes up and realizes that he is writing in the garden of God. He can tell just because he's a goddamn writer. But, is it a dream?
Many times in his life he has wondered what the garden of God would… Read full post »
From: Boris <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Sent: Monday, April 28, 2008 9:15 AM
Subject: How did it go?
You sounded quite excited about meeting with Crystal this Saturday at the bistro. How did it go? Did you close the deal?