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That my short career as a director had been exhausted was clear. Unfortunately, a brain aneurysm prevents me from spending time in attending art openings, pay a fine attention to my appearance and the number of my contacts, create groups on Facebook or myself for any reason to go to Rome or Milan.
In my mind, the director was one who worked in an idea, translating words into pictures, lived six months a year on a set, directing the actors, the other 6 months of the year spent in a dark room to fit with his trusty Mac
suspect that I could not get by but it is among the refuse offers to shoot movies double compete olds who are literate only in the computer field, attend well-known upper-class prostitutes (many of which are actually women) and do not belong to any professional category and work essentially as a psychotherapist for gay fifties living in luxury homes with walls hung posters of which take when I was nineteen years old and for a time were aesthetically appealing. Artistic photos of them on stage with a nice light rain, such as those in the room of Ornella Muti in "A poor man rich." Yet, inexplicably, some of them are fucking actresses.



The problem is that I and the rest are a misanthrope, a condition that makes me incompatible with the work to the membership. Type, in fact, the director.
Fool that I was, not to listen to my first instinct. And do not talk about what to thirteen years, I drove to want to learn foreign languages, I speak of something that has come before.
I speak of the relationship with animals. The animals are perfect and do nothing wrong, nothing that irritates me, nothing that makes me me want to kill them. All I'm
casino, and I had a voice just wrong, I'm a dog lover, not a movie buff. It was so simple.
I started studying to become a teacher - no, not a trainer like that idiot Massimo Perla, not a torturer as the infamous Cesar Milan, not a fake dick like Bonaccorti with baskets of puppies to be saved.
An educator, one who studies nonverbal communication, cognitive, pedagogical methods.
An angry when you see it on youtube bulldog with sunglasses, cats playing the piano, ferrets who smoke, German shepherds, "talking" parrots and send you to fuck off (although that is the only right thing).
Now do not ask me how it works as your video camera shit, because I'll be busy studying how you are ruining your pet: so I will have a concrete reason to suck, but with the prospect of doing good to at least one poor animal . Much better
shorts that work for the benefit of chiattilli shit.