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Scriptplay Seminar
 
“Learn how to present your Actor-self”
Sosouli Theatre hosts the «Learn how to present your Actor-self» workshop. It is a seminar for actors and student actors. After the success of the forst workshop in Athens, casting director and coach Lydia Georgana and her business partner Alexandra Belegrati  come in Thessaloniki November 20th in Sofouli Theatre for a senven hour advanced workshop. 


Mpenontas sto kokkino mpaloni
 
The voice of people
The voice of people

Three-day
seminar on the power of voice
Martha Fritzila

-lasting: 15 hours;
-Cost: 100
Euro
-Date event: 12, 13 & 14 November to
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Ηours conducting: 14: 00-19: 00;
Venue Details: theater Sofouli-
You will be given certificates of participation.
 

Why we do not like our voice?
There are good and bad voices?
Where did the voice we had as children?
Why be afraid to sing?
How to sing like talking?
How to talk like to sing?
What is the objective voice?

We explore our voice and its mysteries. We speak, recite, sing, cry, laugh, whisper, imitate, hear, read, see and try
to find our true voice, one that missed growing up
heritage unpretentious voices of the past.
Why what a man is, if anything, through 'voice raises.

Napoleon Lapathiotis
The Voice

In all my song,
like always hurts,
it is like a sick flower,
- Always stirs a voice

voice that it seems so foreign
so closed in joy,
but in all the big gets,
with her ​​little wings,

and in all, around, find a mate,
and with all t 'afthasta speaks,
and all the untold knows
- Even though it is so low ...

What if, however, to find all match,
and all looks clean,
looks better to know
pain, despite the joy ...

In all my song,
Like always hurts
- As juice, straight to flower,
always stirs a voice

that anisos and alive,
as the juice of the flower,
as if he can not climb,
like 'so helpless child ...

Because "we are like a wheel,
fallen amid frost,
- Wheel, that 'melt a knob,
while passing the corner,

if you cut, and the whole earth
and kylismena underfoot,
I do not know what still reminds,
it was flowers of dawn ...