"All the World's a Stage... "

Divagando por Internet me encontré con esta hermosa foto del Minack Theatre en Cornwall, Inglaterra. La idea de estar en este lugar tan precioso me asaltó de súbito.

Al observar este maravilloso teatro al aire libre, se me ocurrió que si el mundo es en verdad un teatro, y el hombre un mero actor, yo quisiera que aunque fuera una minúscula escena de uno de mis 'actos', tuviera lugar en ese hermoso escenario. ¡Qué belleza!

Les anexo el soliloquio de Jaques, en la obra As you Like it, en la cual Shakespeare recoge el tópico del mundo como escenario y de la vida del hombre como una sucesión de "actos"

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

(Shakespeare)