For some reason I tend to be interested in works of difficult representation. I suspect that the puppets I use have something to do with it.
The world is the daring.
He did not remember this piece, so dense and intricate, the philosophical subtlety, the intellectual vivacity. I did not know that everything, in essence, remains the same five hundred years later. That universal drive that is accompanied by a hundred scenic moments of other great universal dramatists.
Life is understood by writing on it.
While I rethink what the characters say, they rekindle in me a thousand childhood impressions in that town full of people whose hidden hearts beat to the sound of identical passions and animosities.