In The Garden I Will Die. In

Understand One Single Day Fully, So You Can Love Every Night.

A Nation That Does Not Support And Encourage Its Theater Is - If Not Dead - Dying; Just As A Theater That Does Not Capture With Laughter And Tears The Social And Historical Pulse, The Drama Of Its People, The Genuine Color Of The Spiritual And Natural Landscape, Has No Right To Call Itself Theater; But Only A Place For Amusement.

My Tongue Is Pierced With Glass.

Theatre Is Poetry That Rises From The Book And Becomes Human Enough To Talk And Shout, Weep And Despair

In The Garden I Will Die. In The Rosebush They Will Kill Me.