Memory a vitrified stone .
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I loved a Phoenician slave called Ashirah .
Her perfumed body had the unsettling scent of poppy,
hardness of olive wood and serpentine suppleness ...
Her silent passion was a lunar offering sacrified to Baal .
Ashirah,the black sun of your eyes,gaze cast fire into our embraces,
To better chain you ,I didn\'t set you free ,but within my walls ,
you had all the power ...
Until the day ,destiny married us in eternity .
The capricious gods decide the games of love ,
that they freeze in the ashes of desire ...
One last time we loved each other ,
my arms,Ashirah ,closed around you ,
entwined together,the fiery cloud
plunged us into the sleep of lovers ...
You were now free in your petrified beauty...