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...
Out of the four muleteers.
Oh mommy, going to the water,
going to the water.
The one on the dapple-grey mule.
Oh mommy, is stealing my soul,
is stealing my soul.
It is raining in the fields.
Oh mommy, my love gets wet,
my love gets wet.
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's 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 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 dissapoint.
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 dissapear.
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.
- 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!
- 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 j ingle 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.
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...
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 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
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! 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 imposible 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...