Orfeu do Carnaval

Orfeo: Try to remember. It's a very old story. Thousands of years ago, Orpheus was sad and melancholic, like this little bird trapped in its cage. But one day, from the strings of his guitar that sought only one true love, a voice spoke to him of lost kisses from the lips of Eurydice. Eurydice's lips trembled anxiously, and her mouth opened slightly like a fragrant flower -

[tries to kiss Eurydice and she pushes him away]

Orfeo: No, you're too young to remember!

Eurydice: But I do. I remember the words you sang.

Orfeo: They were the same words.

Eurydice: That's right. But it was the melody I liked best.

Orfeo: [Eurydice leaves, Orfeo follows, finds her sitting on a rock looking at the landscape with a tear in her eye] Forgive me, Eurydice.