but what was really in the script? there was no time or what to think about one must learn the speech of the place one must learn the speech of your face slowly though exactly hear the sound of sudden emotions one must play the instrument of your invisible rightness one must speak the right words to your fatal desires slowly and sweetly one must find the place the time and what will suffice one must be an insatiable actor an insatiable poet without script
From “Staub und Schotter: der Wind des Frühlings & die Brise des Hersbtes”, Ed. CBJE, Rio de Janeiro, 2008.