Carmen

Let yourself go. OK?

Situate yourself close to the heart, to its hidden side. FAN. Now think LOVE. The sort that makes your blood burn. The sort that opens the earth under your feet. The sort that nullifies your will. That drags you to perdition. BLUNDERBLUSS. What’s up with you? It’s not love, you’ve gone too far, you’ve fallen for it. CARNATION. Her black eyes have trapped you, the swing of her hips, her heaving breasts. MARE. What has that woman got? She is free, pure and wild. What does that woman feel? MYSTERY. She belongs to nobody, not even you. Never. PAIN. MADNESS. DEATH. CARMEN. Carmen is her name. Forever.