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Do I seem crazy to you?

Crazy for not having screamed
everything that my breast yearns for?

They are coming!

I have to contain myself
so as not to stab you with...

Let her go!

I came so she could kill me.

Because I went with
the other one.

I went.

You would have done the same.

I was a woman scorned,

full of shame both inside and out.

And your son...

Your son he was the hope...

I had for children,
for land... for strength.

But the other,

the other was a dark river,
full of bracken,

that brought me the murmur
of it's reeds

and song between clenched teeth.

I didn't want to...

Do you hear me? I didn't want to...

Your son was my life.

But the embrace of another
dragged me down like a tidal wave.

Like the butt of a mule...

And he could have dragged
me down forever.

Forever...

Forever...

Out of the four muleteers.

Out of the four muleteers.

Out of the four muleteers.

Oh mommy, going to the water,

going to the water.

The one on the dapple-grey mule.

The one on the dapple-grey mule.

The one on the dapple-grey mule.

Oh mommy, is stealing my soul,

is stealing my soul.

It is raining in the fields.

It is raining in the fields.

Oh mommy, my love gets wet,

my love gets wet.

Who could be a little tree.

Who could be a little tree.

Oh mommy, full of leaves,

full of leaves.

Ay, better keep quiet.

Whoa!

What are you doing?
They will see us...

Get off, get off...

Stop, no, no, no stop!

No, no, no...!

Look young one,
the tablecloths have arrived.

Have you ever seen such linen?

And the embroidery?

- You can tell it's your mother's work.
- My mother!

I am going to fetch
her before she notices I am late.

Lullaby, baby, lullaby...

About the horse...

that didn't want to drink...

Look... an apple.

He is perfect today.

And you?

I have spent two months

putting new shoes on the horse
and they are always coming loose.

The stones pull them off.

Or maybe it is just overworked?

No.

I don't use him that much.

The neighbours told me that yesterday
they saw you on the edge of the plains;

- was that you?
- No.

Hey...

I was with the wheat overseers.

They are always so entertaining.

I need a new dress.

- And the baby a new cap.
- So who has been racing that horse?

He is downstairs with his eyes
popping out his head,

like he has seen
the end of the world.

Me...

I did that.

Of course.

He's yours.

Did you know they are asking
for my cousin's hand?

When?

Today.

I think the mother of the groom
is not very happy about the wedding.

She's right.
That girl can't be trusted.

My daughter.

Father...

Are you happy?

The wine is here.

I'm coming.

Congratulations young one,

on your engagement...

- Thank you.
- What's the matter child?

Aren't you happy?

- Who are you?
- I bring you a gift...

and some advice.

What?

With a knife,

with a small knife
that barely fits in your hand,

but cuts like ice,
into astonished flesh,

and there it stays,

where the dark root of the scream
quivers and snarls.

Who are you?
What are you doing here?

Don't get married,
if you don't love him.

Get out... get out of this house!

Lullaby, my baby, lullaby

once there was a big horse

who didn't like water

Who didn't like water

The water was black there

under the branches

When it reached the bridge

it stopped and it sang

Who can say, my baby,

what the stream holds

with it's long tail

in it's green parlor

How are you?

I closed up shop and came to see you.

We live so far from each other!

It's been 20 years since
I went to the top end of the street.

- Are you ok?
- What do you think?

Two days ago they brought
in my neighbour's son

with his two arms
cut up by the machine.

Rafael?

Yes, and there he is.

I think about my son often,
and yours...

they are better off where they are.
Sleeping,

- resting.
- Enough!

That is conjecture, it doesn't help.

Months have passed

and my still sadness stings my eyes
and even the strands of my hair.

When I finally got to see my son,
I soaked my hands in his blood...

and then licked them with my tongue.

Because he was mine.
You wouldn't understand that...

- Madam!
- I will never be still.

You still have one left.

Think about it.

What are you doing here instead
of coming with me to the vineyards?

And what would an old woman
do in a vineyard?

Old?

Old? Yes, so, so old!

Your father used to take me there...

So he finally bought that vineyard?

He got lucky.

Now he's getting married.

Do you know my son's fiancée?

She's a fine girl.

Yes, but...

You can never know
anyone deep inside.

But she's nice.

She lives alone with her father
out there, so far away...

she's used to solitude.

And her mother?

She was beautiful.
But I never liked her.

- She didn't love her husband.
- But everyone knows too much!

You were the one who asked!

Has she ever had a boyfriend?

When she was 15 years old.

But a few years ago he got married
to her cousin.

- Nobody remembers the engagement...
- And who was he?

Leonardo.

Which Leonardo?

Leonardo Felix.

Felix!

You know that my financée
is a good girl.

- Yes.
- So?

Yes... I am not sure what I am saying.

I know that she is hard-working and good.
But despite that,

when you mention her name
it's like throwing a rock at my head.

I should go.

My people from the fields
will be arriving soon.

Don't get in the way
of your son's happiness.

It's time for us to step back now.

Don't pay heed.
I know you will love my fiancée.

I will.

It's just that... I will be alone.

First it was your father...

whom I loved with all my heart.
And that lasted barely three years.

Then your brother...

and now there is only you.

I don't want you to go.

Yes, yes, yes...

I know you are too old for kisses.

Let's see if you lighten up my life
with six grandchildren.

Or however many you want.
Your father never gave me any.

The first one for you.

- But let it be a girl.
- Get ready.

It's a long road ahead.

Go!

- Was it a long trip?
- Four hours.

Well you took the long road.

I am too old to travel
by the river banks.

She gets dizzy.

Come in.

Nice crop of esparto grass.

In my time, there was no esparto
grass around here.

Now we need to beat it with a stick
almost, to get anything out of it.

But now it is giving you a return.
Stop complaining.

I haven't come to ask you
for anything.

You are richer than I am.

Vineyards are worth
a pretty penny. Wine?

No...

I am just sorry that our lands
are separate.

If only we could bring your vineyards
here with 20 pairs of oxen

and put them together on the slope.

- What joy!
- What for?

When I die, you'll sell it
and buy the land next door.

Sell? Why? no!
I would buy it, buy it all.

Son, go fetch her.
We have things to talk about.

- You know why I have come.
- Yes.

And?

It seems like a good idea,
they have spoken about it.

My son is willing and able.

So is my daughter.

Greetings...

Come closer.

Are you happy?

- Yes, yes I am.
- Of course you are.

Look at me.

She looks so much like my wife did.

How lovely you are!

Do you understand
what marriage means child?

Yes, madam.

A husband, children and a two-yard
thick wall between everything else.

I will not disappoint.

Of course, of course you won't.

Here are your gifts.

Thank you.

Come.

My mother wanted me
to give you this present.

They are antique.

Made of brass.

Do you like them?

When I am by your side
I feel so proud.

It brings a lump to my throat.

When we are married
that will disappear.

I am longing to be your wife,
to be alone with you...

and not hear anyone
else's voice but yours.

And only see your eyes.

You hold me so tight, so tight,

that if it were my mother
herself calling me,

I couldn't let you go.

I have strong arms.

I will hold you for forty years
without letting go.

Skein, skein,

what would you be?

Dress of jasmine,

tie of cristal.

To be born at four,

and to die at ten.

A strand of wool,

a chain at your feet,

and a knot to bind

the bitter laurel.

Skein, skein,

what would you say?

A voiceless lover.

A crimson husband.

You can't be inside in this heat.

These lands don't cool down,
even at dawn.

My mother was from a very green place.
From rich lands.

She would have been happy there.

Yes.

But this place ate her up.

As it does all of us.

Destiny.

Destiny.

- The walls feel like they are on fire.
- You are going to look gorgeous.

Oh lucky you, who is going
to embrace a man,

kiss him, feel his weight by your side.

Stop...

The best is when you wake up,
when you feel him by your side and you

- brush his shoulders with your breath.
- That's enough!

But girl!

That is what a wedding is,
and nothing more.

A wedding is a bed, a man...

and a woman.

Don't overthink it.

Or do you have your reasons?

Could it be that you don't want
to get married? Say so now!

You can still turn back.

I just feel foggy.

The stale air around here.

Who doesn't have their doubts?

Do you love your fiancée?

Yes, of course I do.

A voiceless lover.

A crimson husband.

- Long live the newlyweds!
- Long live!

- Long live the newlyweds!
- Long live!

- Long live the newlyweds!
- Long live!

- They are also here?
- They are family.

- Today is a day to forgive.
- I can bare them.

- But I won't forgive them.
- Give it up...

What has Leonardo ever done?

True.

But when I hear the name Felix, you
might as well fill my mouth with silt.

- I have to spit so as not to kill...
- Behave yourself.

What good will it do?

None. But you understand.

Can you bring anyone
back from the dead?

And they preside.

What does it mean to preside?
There they eat, smoke...

You are right,
I need to keep my mouth shut.

People will talk...

What joy! My children!

What joy!

You look beautiful.

Congratulations son.

- There is much to celebrate.
- Yes.

Thank you.

- Let's go.
- No. You go ahead.

Gorgeous!

Congratulations.

Why did you come?

To see your wedding.

I also saw yours.

Still yearning for you.

Lies.

And your wife?

This conversation has to stop.

How come we can't talk to each other?

She is right.

- I shouldn't be talking to you.
- Hey, let's go!

Let's go!

What was I to you?

Tell me.

Think hard.

Two mules and a run-down
shack wasn't much.

Almost nothing at all.

Go and wait for your wife
by the door.

And the bride?

After I got married I thought night
and day about whose fault it was,

and each time the guilty
part swapped.

But fault there was.

It's too late.

A man with a horse is wise...

and capable enough to wrench out
a young girl stuck in the desert.

But I have my pride.

And that's why I got married.

I will wall myself in with my husband,
whom I will love for the rest of my life.

Pride won't help you.

Don't come near me.

Bitterness is the worst
punishment of all.

What good does pride
do if I can't gaze at you,

if I leave you lying awake
night after night?

Nothing at all!

Have you seen my husband?

Wait here, I will look for him.

You think that time heals
and walls shield,

it's not true, it's not true.

When things come to a head,
there is no-one pulling them up.

I can't hear you,
I can't hear your voice.

It's like I have drunk a bottle of anis
and I am sleeping on a bed of roses.

They drag and drown me,

but I swim back.

Child... Child...

I know I am crazy...

and my heart is rotting
from holding on...

You have to go right now.

This will be the last time
I talk to her.

I got married,

you got married.

It is done.

Change that face...

You go ahead.

I'll go on horseback.

Why are you looking at me like that?

You sting me with your eyes.

Let's go.

I don't know what is happening.

But I am thinking.

And I don't want to think.

But there is one thing I know.

I am done with.

And I have a child.

And another on the way.

Come on child.

Your husband is waiting for you.

Let's go! Let's go!

Long live the newlyweds!

Kiss her! Kiss her!

Again, again, again!

Again, again!

Lets eat!

Let's see...

Thank you!

- There...
- Thank you.

Let me...

I don't want to interrupt.

Excuse me for a moment.

Cousin...

Congratulations.

Thank you.

How lovely he is.

He looks like his father.

Thank you for coming.

The dagger, the dagger...

Damn them all and the crook
that invented them.

And the rifles and guns
and the smallest knife there is...

Enough...

All that can cut the flesh of a man,
a beautiful man...

- in the prime of his life.
- Mama, be quiet.

That came out of the vines,
and he didn't come back.

Are you finished?

Let's drink!

That's what I like.

Men who are men
and wheat that is wheat.

The olive tree, the olive tree.

- I climbed the olive tree.
- Mother, how long since you have danced?

And while cutting a branch
I fell from the olive tree.

I fell from the olive tree,

who will help me get up?

A girl with dark hair

offering her hand.

I have never seen
so many people at a wedding.

You father laid many seeds,
now you reap the benefits.

A girl with dark hair,

that is what I want for me!

Thank you!

Tarara wears

a green dress

full of ruffles

and of jingle bells.

Tarara yes,

Tarara no,

Tarara, a girl that has
caught my eye

Tarara wears

a pair of trousers

that from top to bottom
are all buttons.

Tarara yes,

Tarara no,

Tarara, a girl that has
caught my eye

Aii, you crazy Tarara

Move your waist

for the boys

of the olive trees

Tarara yes, Tarara no,

What's the matter woman?

They are happy.
Today everyone is happy.

No.

I am alone in my house.

At least they will give us sons.
And maybe a daughter!

It's only a matter of time.

My daughter has good hips,
and your son is strong.

Tarara, a girl that has
caught my eye.

Be happy!

For those that are here,
and those that aren't.

- Long live the newlyweds!
- Long live!

Be happy...

I love you.

I love you.

Hold me and don't let go.

I won't.

I had that thorn in my side,
now it has gone.

At last our lands will be united.

- What are your talking about father?
- Leonardo.

- What about Leonardo?
- You will have a good legacy!

That small orchard that was wedged
between my fields, at last I sold it.

He says that he wants to get out of here,
that there is nothing left here for him.

He is leaving, with his wife
and his son to the mountains.

What's the matter?

- It's nothing father.
- Look at you!

If your mother could see
you she would be so happy.

Do you think so?

Where are you going?

- Should I go with you?
- No, stay here with the others.

That moon...

That moon...

The moon leaves a knife

abandoned in the air,

that, being a lead threat,

lusts after bloody pain.

Let me come in.

I come frozen through
walls and windows!

Open the roofs and breasts
where I can warm up!

I am cold, I am cold...

I am cold.

My ashes of somnolent metals

search for the fire's crest...

in the woods and in the streets.

Well this night there will be
red blood in my cheeks...

and on the reeds that will be clustered
at the wide feet of the wind.

There is no shadow, nor ambush...

that can't escape.

I want to enter into a breast...

that will give me warmth.

A heart for me...

a warm heart.

I want to wander
the mounts of my breast.

Let me in...

Let me...

Daughter!

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

What is wrong, my child?

I am afraid, I am afraid father...

We all are, but don't tell your husband.
We should all be happy.

Do you know how much
this wedding cost?

Yes... I do.

Well... let's go inside.
Let's enjoy it while we can.

They are already leaving
for the lower plains...

You first father...

- Don't be long...
- I won't.

All will go well.

No more bitter faces.

No more.

No more galloping off
on the big horse.

No more.

Do you remember our wedding?

I left my home...
with my mouth wide open.

Says the bride-to-be
How do you say head

It is not called head
But wide fields

Oh my wide fields

Let the bride enter
And kiss the groom

Says the bride-to-be

How do you say hair

It is not called hair
But dark silk

Oh my dark silk

Oh my wide fields

Let the bride enter
And kiss the groom

Says the bride-to-be
How do you say forehead

It is not called forehead
But gleaming sword

Oh my gleaming sword

Oh my dark silk

Oh my wide fields

Let the bride enter
And take the groom

The Bride, The Groom

Says the bride-to-be
How do you say eyebrows

They are not called eyebrows
But sewing ribbon

Oh my sewing ribbon

Oh my gleaming sword

Oh my dark silk

Oh my wide fields

Let the bride enter
And kiss the groom

The Bride, The Groom

Says the bride-to-be
How do you say eyes

The eyes

They are not called eyes
But rich viewers

Oh my rich viewers

Oh my sewing ribbon

Oh my gleaming sword

Oh my dark silk

Oh my wide fields

Let the bride enter
And kiss the groom

The Bride, The Groom

Says the bride-to-be
How do you say face

The face

It is not called face
But rose from the Bush

Oh my rose from the Bush

Oh my rich viewers
Oh my sewing ribbon

Oh my gleaming sword
Oh my dark silk

Oh my wide fields

Let the bride enter
And kiss the groom

The Bride, The Groom

The Bride, The Groom

The Bride, The Groom

The Bride, The Groom

The Bride, The Groom

The Bride, The Groom

The Bride, The Groom

The Bride, The Groom

The Bride, The Groom

The Bride, The Groom

The Bride, The Groom

The Bride, The Groom

The Bride, The Groom

It's over, it's over, it's over...

It's over.

I have pain in my temples.

Whatever you say,

but you can't be like this,
not tonight.

A bride from these parts
is made of better things.

With her today,
try to be affectionate.

And if she seems haughty to you,

caress her in a way that provoques
just a little bit of pain,

a strong embrace, a bite,
and then a soft kiss.

Don't let her be upset, but let her
know that you're the man,

the boss, the one who's in charge.

As your father is not here, I have
to explain these things to you myself.

I always do what you ask.

I will go and fetch her.

Where is my beautiful bride?

You should be proud,
it has been a beautiful wedding,

- but I must go.
- Another drink!

No, no, no, another one, no.

They've gone...

On the horse...

embraced in exhalation.

Weak, delicate,

a woman who doesn't sleep well...

No, not my daughter.

Your daughter, yes!

A plant sprouted from an evil mother!

But she is now my son's wife.

Who has a horse, right now,
who has a horse?

Who has a horse!?

I'll give him whatever I have,

my eyes and even my tongue...

Go! After them!

No. Better don't go.

These people kill swiftly
and efficiently.

But yes...

Run!

And I am coming up
behind you.

You and you. Go!

Everybody out of here!

We are going to help my son.

Out of here!

On all roads.

The hour of blood
has arrived again...

Two clans...

You go to your house.

Brave and alone in your home.

To get old, to cry.

But lock the door.

Be quiet.

From here, I will go alone.

Go.

- I want you to come back.
- I said be quiet!

With your teeth, with your hands,

however you can, take from
my honest neck this metal chain,

leaving me forgotten there
in my earthen house.

And if you don't want to kill me
as you would a little snake,

put the barrel of a rifle
in my bridal hands.

Ay, what lament...

what a fire that rises up
through my head!

How many pieces of glass
are stuck in my tongue!

Be quiet!

Because they are following us close
behind and I have to take you with me.

- But it will have to be by force!
- By force?

Who was the first
to come down the stairs?

I was.

Who put the bridles on the horse?

I did, it's true.

And whose hands
reached for my spurs?

These hands,
these hands that are yours,

but that upon seeing you wish
to break the murmur

and blue branches of your veins.

I love you!

I love you!

I love you! Leave me!

Leave me!

If I could kill you,

I would cover you
with a shroud lined with violets.

Ay, what grief!

What fire runs through my head!

What glass that cuts
through my tongue!

Because I wanted to forget,

so I put a stone wall between
your house and mine.

It's true.

Do you remember?

And when I saw you from afar,
I threw sand in my eyes.

But I mounted my horse and my horse
went to your door.

With silver pins my blood turned black,

and dreams...

filled my flesh with weeds.

I am not the one to blame.

The blame is this land's

and that perfume that rises
from your breasts and your hair.

Unjust words!

I don't want be your bed or food,

and there isn't a minute in the day
that I don't want to be with you,

because you drag me away and I go,
and you tell me to return

and I follow you through the air
like a blade of grass.

They won't escape.

Have you seen them pass by?

Over the hill.

Can't you hear them?

Are you sure?

See this arm?

It's not mine.

It's the arm of my brother,
and of my father,

and of all my dead family.

Go...

I'm going...

I feel the teeth of all my people
wedged in me

in a way that makes it impossible
for me to breathe calmly.

I have left a good man
and all of his family...

in the middle of a wedding
and with my wreath on my head.

The punishment will be for you
and I don't want it to be that way.

Leave me alone!

Flee!

There is nobody to defend you.

In the trees the morning birds
are stirring.

- The night is dying...
-...on the edge of the stone.

Let's go to a dark corner,
where I will always love you;

I don't care about the people
or the poison they throw at us.

And I will sleep at your feet

to watch over your dreams.

Naked, looking at the countryside.

As if I were a guard dog,
because that's what I am!

Look at you. Your beauty burns me.

Where are you taking me?

Where these men who
chase us cannot go.

Where I can look at you!

Take me from fair to fair,

the pain of an honorable woman,
so people can see me...

I would also want to leave you
if I thought as others do.

But I will go wherever you go.

You too.

First step forward.

Try.

In Vienna there are ten little girls

a shoulder for death to cry on

and a forest of dried pigeons

There is a fragment of tomorrow

in the museum of winter frost

There is a thousand-windowed
dance hall

Ay, ay, ay, ay!

Take this waltz, take this waltz

Take this close-mouthed waltz

In Vienna there are four mirrors

in which your mouth
and the echoes play

There is a death for piano

that paints the little boys blue

There are beggars on the roof

There are fresh garlands of tears

Ay, ay, ay, ay!

Take this waltz, take this waltz

Take this waltz that dies in my arms

Ay, ay, ay, ay!

Take this waltz, take this waltz

Take this “I will always
love you” waltz

My soul in photographs and lilies,

and in the dark wake
of your footsteps,

Ay, ay, ay, ay!

Take this waltz, take this waltz

Take this waltz that dies in my arms

She is not to blame!

Me neither!

Whose fault is it then?

Be quiet. Be quiet!

Here I am.

Here I am. Take vengeance on me.

Look how soft my neck is;

it'll be easier than cutting
a dahlia from your garden...

What does your death matter to me?
What does anything matter to me?

Blessed be the wheat, because
the bodies of my sons lie below it;

blessed be the rain, because
it dampens the face of the dead...

Blessed be the wheat, because
the bodies of my sons lie below it;

blessed be the rain, because
it dampens the face of the dead...

Blessed be the wheat, because
the bodies of my sons lie below it;

- blessed be the rain, because...
- Have mercy on yourself.

Quiet!

I don't want tears.

Your tears only come from your eyes.

Mine come when I am alone.

The spurt from the soles of my feet,
from my very roots.

My son should be answering me.

But my son is now
an armful of dried flowers.

Come to my house,
don't stay here alone.

These will be horrible days.

I don't want to see anybody.

The land and me.

My lament and me.

One must be calm.

I am so poor.

So poor!

A woman who has no son
upon which to place her lips.

Let me weep with you.

Weep...

but at the door.

And I will follow you through the air,
like a blade of grass...