domingo, novembro 06, 2011

Desta manhã bonita em que repouso - 3

Sam Shepard (1943 - ) Imagem daqui

I feel like I've never had a home. You know? I feel related to the country, to this country, and yet I don't know exactly where I fit in. And the same thing applies to the theater. I don't know exactly how well I fit into the scheme of things. Maybe that's good, you know, that I'm not in a niche. But there's always this kind of nostalgia for a place, a place where you can reckon with yourself. Now I've found that what's most valuable about that place is not the place itself but the other people; that through other people you can find a recognition of each other. I think that's where the real home is.


Sam Shepard

Don Shewey's Sam Shepard

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