La Clausura del amor

In a rehearsal room, under the cold fluorescent light, a couple crack up. He attacks first with a torrid, precise and surgical speech lasting nearly an hour: "Love is a corpse and you wear its skin," says Israel Elejalde. She listens patiently until it's time to exercise her right to reply: "You've made the air pestilential," replies Barbara Lennie, tender, thoughtful, passionate. La clôture de l'amour is the devastating chronicle of a separation through two opposing soliloquies, two resentment-laden diatribes that, word for word, run like spears through the bodies of the performers and bring to an end a couple's relationship that for years has built and destroyed each of its members. "Soon there will be nothing left. Our bodies will separate. This is the end."