Leonardo has run away with his love, the Bride, on her wedding day.
Start: What glass splinters in my tongue! Because I tried to forget you and put a stone wall between your house and my own. It’s the truth. Remember?
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End: Not my doing, it’s the earth and the scent that flows so freely from your hair and from your breasts.
Lorca, Federico Garcia, Blood Wedding. Translated by Lillian Groag, Dramatists Play Service Inc., 2002, pp. 54-55.