Do not go gentle into that good night

There are human beings whose gentle touch you've once felt, as if a wing would have caressed your cheek, leaving you under the charm. Such human being left us yesterday, a wonderful Romanian actor, Adrian Pintea. We use to think of actors in the pinky Hollywood way. Adrian Pintea was not a Hollywoodlike figure, but rather a genuinely charismatic personality of whom acting was a tiny, beautiful side, a gflimpse of a bigger diamond. A great reader. A wonderful, gifted writer, tender man and passionately in love with life.

His last interview says - "There is life after Hamlet. Each actor has his own inner, wonderful, Hamlet. "

I came to the understanding that life is all this, people going in and out of it, leaving their traces their fingerprints in other souls, and lots of memories that can be from time to time taken out of the box. I feel weird that I have to go back to my drama box and dust off my memories in the '80, Adrian Pintea reading his prose, Ioan de Tileagd, in a literary workshop, beautiful and darker than the Dark Prince.

He also played Beckett. "It is so rare that one meets the phantom of his own youth. And so many people met themselves when they met Adrian Pintea.

Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.
Hamlet, 2. 2